A Poet's Blog: Roger N.Taber shares his thoughts & poems...

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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Location: London, United Kingdom

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.

Saturday, 27 June 2020

P-O-E-M-S, Life Forces OR Poetry, Landscape of the Arts

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Today’s poem first appeared on the blog in 2015. I am only re-posting poems  that I have recently revised by changing the title, amending aspects of the poem itself if only slightly, or both; to explore the blog archives further, simply click on links you will find on the right hand side of any blog page.

Last year, a reader e-mailed to ask if I would mind if I recommend my blogs on social media. Not at all, be my guest., the more, the merrier. I should point out, though, that I no longer use social media myself. I found myself getting frustrated with a lot of 'fake news' and trolls objecting to the fact that I am gay yet write general as well as gay-interest poetry. (Do they really not appreciate there is more to anyone - whatever their gender, ethnicity or creed - than their sexuality?) I am not ashamed of being gay, but neither will I be stereotyped into any box, whatever shape or form. I am especially delighted, therefore, that some straight readers have taken the trouble to let me know they visit and enjoy my gay blog from time to time.]

Oh, and many thanks to those readers who have been in touch to say they have enjoyed some of the novels serialized on my fiction blog:


I hope to upload them as e-books at a later date. [I had such plans for retirement, including travel plans, but have felt overwhelmed from time to time by various health issues. There were initial problems with my prostate cancer during the early days of hormone therapy in 2011 followed by a bad fall the following year which left me with a smashed heel and unable to walk for months. Last year a venous ulcer left me housebound for months and I now need to wear compression stockings. However, I am on top of all that now if still experiencing some difficulty walking, even with the aid of my trusty walking stick, and get out and about as much as I can. More recently, of course, the Covid-19 coronavirus arrived, and I am but one among millions worn down by its consequences for all of us, although I am still alive so must be glad for that ... and count my blessings rather than whinge my woes. wry bardic grin

Meanwhile ...

There are few scenes more amazing about any landscape that particularly captures the imagination than sunbeams dancing on the back of a blast of rain.

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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