Revelations

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A reader complains that "too much of your poetry is social commentary, you should stick to writing about nature and real poetry.” Well, maybe I should, but I won't because - rightly or wrongly - I feel that a lack of responsible social awareness is a contributory factor in bigoted points of view often rooted in misleading stereotypes and subsequent bad attitude. I try to encourage a more positive or at least fairer approach to life and people. Wherever a poem results in constructive criticism - of content rather than form - it is on its way to achieving just that.

‘Real' poetry, what’s that?

Readers often comment that my love poems could apply to anyone, gay or straight. Well, that's the whole point.

Regular readers will know that my partner died long ago. We did not have many years together. Yet, our love is a part of me still and always will be. At the same time, we should never compare lovers or even friends because that’s not fair on anyone.

Invariably, we change as we mature; so, too, does love. If we're lucky, we mature together.

Sometimes, for all kinds of reasons, love falls behind. Meanwhile, the lock on our heart's door may well need removing. Nothing will be the same. Yet, if two people want each other in their lives, it is always worth leaving the door open. Be sure, it’s not the dead who keep the door shut; only the living can do that. True love never knowingly closes the door on itself.

As I have said many times on my blogs, moving on does not mean leaving anyone behind. 

REVELATIONS

The day you died,

I tossed my heart in your wake,

could but weep

for its loss, letting mine break …

Why you had gone,

no one thought to confide

as I watched you into the sunset

on a pale horse ride

Where had you gone?

I fiercely rejected all speculation

for believing  

in a custom made hell or heaven;

the last words I heard you say

were on living this life to the full

as yours passed away like sunshine

come nightfall

I looked up, saw a cloud

steal your sweet smile  just for me,

felt your kisses like rain

inspiring this poor body of mine

to live, even love again …

I watched the cloud move on

with thanks for its letting my heart  

know where you had gone

Long after you died,

a new love is making vows I yearn

to return, return…

Born again, risen like the phoenix

from the same sweet smile

I’ll see in every passing cloud

where you’ll look to reassure me

it’s no betrayal

Copyright R. N. Taber 2013; 2015