They may well strike at the heart,
those sunbeams, and open it up for nature, human nature and our own
self-consciousness to make of their findings what they will ...
P-O-E-M-S,
LIFE FORCES or POETRY, LANDSCAPE OF THE ARTS
Glorious
landscape under a rainbow;
life-force sun come again, Apollo
re-asserting
a hold on humanity as old
as the evergreen slopes of Parnassus,
a landscape of life forces ever creating
and re-creating us
Birdsong,
a bouquet of happy hearts
sending out a message
of hope and joy, offering sad souls
some respite from pain,
dreams to aspire, well worth recalling
where any rainbow’s turning
reveals no ages-old mythical ending
likely to help compensate
for some bleak, unfulfilling spring
(summer, too?) till autumn
takes its cue from our tears, prelude
to a wintry season of longing
for a (far) kinder spring and summer
than once came upon us
like opportunist magpies to egg-birds,
leaving a trail of blood
more likely even than Joseph’s coat
of, oh, so many colours
to be misunderstood by those of us
anxiously looking to the poetry
of a common humanity for ways
to re-invent ourselves
Let
cloud faces make what they may
of all they (and we) see, hear, say,
and do, if only for sharing in a feeling
for the poetry of humanity, its arts,
sciences, and natural forces creating
and re-creating us
Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2019
[Note: An earlier version of this
poem under the title 'A Feeling for Poetry' appears in The Third Eye by
R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004.]
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