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Thoughts and observations by English poet Roger N. Taber, a retired librarian and poet-novelist.- "Ethnicity, Religion, Gender, Sexuality ... these are but parts of a whole. It is the whole that counts." RNT [NB While I have no wish to create a social network, I will always reply to critical emails about my poetry. Contact: rogertab@aol.com].

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Sadly, a bad fall in 2012 has left me with a mobility problem, and being diagnosed with prostate cancer the same year hasn't helped, but I get out and about with my trusty walking stick as much as I can, take each day as it comes and try to keep looking on the bright(er) side of life. Many of my poems reflect the need to nurture a positive-thinking mindset whatever life throws at us.

Sunday, 23 February 2020

Helping Hands at Cliff Edges

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Regular readers will know that I am having a hard time dealing with various health issues at the moment. No matter how aware and /or reminded we may be that there are many people out there a lot worse off than ourselves, it is small comfort in the circumstances and does little or nothing to ease our own distress. Selfish? Probably, yes, but I suspect it is human nature to see little further than our own problems from time to time.

I have often said that various forms of creative therapy can save us from going into free fall; the arts have a central role here, but so, too, do crafts, gardening etc. For me, of course, it has to be poetry, and – for better or worse (for the reader, that is) – I practise what a preach. 

We all know, and it goes without saying (doesn't it?) that, in the absence of Apollo, and as someone’s family member, friend or neighbour we all have a supporting role to play from time to time in their lives … well, don’t we?

HELPING HANDS AT CLIFF EDGES

Hanging on,
wanting, needing to let go
but for old habits
kicking in where life instinct
ever made itself heard
even to deaf ears, mind-body-spirit
older than its years,
risen above its tears for fears
of living nightmares,
fingertips clinging to cliff edges
above an indifferent sea

Hanging on,
wanting, needing to let go
but for happy times
in the company of loved ones
haunting me;
cinema of mind-body-spirit providing
private viewing
intended to kill tears for fears
of living nightmares,
lend fingertips at this cliff edge
a helping hand

Hanging on,
wanting, needing to let go
though an old stand-by
making its presence felt yet again,
climbing up my spine;
no nasty creepy crawly thing, this,
but bent on killing off
tears for fears of living nightmares
with positive thoughts,
lend fingertips at any cliff edge
a helping hand 

Hanging on,
wind turning southerly now,
as if anxious to prove
a kindness exists beyond any stormy gusts
as buffeted me here,
reminding me that hope springs eternal
and love never dies
in a mind-body-spirit up for more
than alien sentiments
bent on sending it to The Edge
ever bargain for

Safe, if shaken,
but still on dry land for taking
Apollo’s helping hand,
up for a marriage of mind-body-spirit
with a past-present-future
acknowledging errors, working on any flaws
of (human) nature,
taking heart in playing its part
(however small)
in keeping a kinder perspective,
resist free fall


Copyright R.N. Taber, 2020








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