Apart from adding the occasional new poem, I may well cease blogging - after an enjoyable ten years - once there is no
alternative to using the new blogger format.While I have no idea how long my poetry will be accessible
here, once I cease to contribute on a regular basis, any readers who enjoy my work may be
interested to know I am in the process of creating revised editions of my previous print collections, but in e-format. I am working on an eighth collection at the
moment of which I plan to self-publish a limited number of editions in print form, and later reproduce in e-format.
Although
a significant number of readers from 70+ different countries visit my poetry
blogs on a regular basis, little interest has been shown by print publishers
for poetry collections that include gay-interest and general poems; but that is
who I am, no less a mixed bag of sense and sensibility than anyone else.
Once print copies of my latest collection are available (hopefully, within a few months) I will let you know, and anyone interested can purchase direct at a very fair price; the same will apply to any subsequent e-editions of my collection titles.
Meanwhile
…
Most if
not all of us have regrets of one kind or another at just about every stage in
our lives. The trick is never to believe it is too late to do something we
wished we had done but couldn’t, wouldn’t or simply didn’t for whatever reason.
We cannot turn back the tide of subsequent events, of course, but more often
than not we can put our minds at rest to some extent rather than keep fretting
our lives away…
Worse,
perhaps, is regretting something we did simply because we wanted to do it, but
the consequences were not as we may have hoped. Even so, better to have given
it a go than spend a lifetime wondering how things might have turned out if
only…
Yes,
there will be some who feel inclined to observe, even judge us, but judge us
according to criteria of their own, rarely if ever ours. We may well care what
they think, but they might as well observe a goldfish for all it really matters.
[Does it matter to a goldfish what we think of them, I wonder? Who knows…? If
not, as I suspect, maybe there is some cause for envy there after all…]
Whatever, let's be self-confident not self-conscious, yes? YES.
I once
asked a tramp why he lived rough. ‘Because I like it’, he said, ‘and sleeping
under the stars gives me a good feeling, so it does.’ ‘What about when it’s
pouring with rain and freezing cold?’ I wanted to know. He shrugged. “We all of
us have to take the rough with the smooth, so we do. Besides, the stars aren’t
going anywhere are they...?’
MIND
GAMES or SOMETHING ABOUT GHOSTS AND GOLDFISH ...
Can’t
hear for ghosts,
banging
at the door, damp stains
on
walls, bars
across
a window taunting us
with
wannabe personae
wanting
to know why we never
made
the grade
Sweating
like sick kids
on a
sunny spring day who’s ma
won’t let
us out to play,
always
looking for new ways
to get
by, but weary
of
puzzles, can’t help but envy
the
goldfish
Dreams
like broken hearts
falling
apart, people pretending
not to
notice for fear
of
‘getting involved’ since
(after
all) if the Bogeyman
can't
be blamed for everything
then
who…?
Puppets
jerking to order,
except
for a street guitar player
making
little sense
of a
world losing its dignity,
too
busy scoring points
against
other locals to give music
its due
Goldfish
on the sideboard
giving
me the eye as if curious
to know
why I much prefer
making
assumptions to knowing
what's
what, such as
whether
or not goldfish are happy
with
their lot
Ghosts,
yelling at the door,
nothing
to say I haven't heard
so many
times before,
and
chose to turn a half-deaf ear;
(shrugs)
for all the good
it
would have done to let them in
and get
cosy
Anaesthetized
by blame
is all
we cellmates are good for,
deserving
everything
we get,
prisoners of conscience
locked
in drab cells
of
petty regret for a lifetime spent
envying
goldfish
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2002; 2015
[Note:
Revised (2015) from an earlier version entitled ‘Inside’ that appears in First
Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002.]
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