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Another
new poem today, a villanelle.
Conjuring
up happy memories when times are tough can be a very effective way of dealing
with stress. As regular readers know, I will be 75 later this year and am
dealing with several health issues although, thankfully, I can still (sort of)
look after myself and live at home.
Living
alone can be tough as we get older, too, but, as we hear on the News every day, there are so many people in the
world having to contend with the most awful circumstances, that just thinking
about them puts one’s own situation into perspective. In the grand scheme of
things, yours truly remains one of the lucky ones.
Since
Covid-19, I have probably spent more time on Memory Lane then ever before,
being sure to stay on the sunny side, of course; there will always be shadows
... not least in the form of mistakes we have made, often affecting others as
much as if not more than ourselves.
Our past and any associated sense of of regret, even guilt never (quite) goes away, but recalling happier times can help
restore any flagging faith in ourselves, others or, indeed, in life itself, not least at that lowest point in the human psyche when we can but wonder … why, oh, why?
There
are few straight answers, even fewer quick fixes in life. We can but press on
regardless, do our best to deserve those brighter aspects that at least parts
(even if not the greater part) of Memory Lane shine on us all even in darker
times.
It
is light, not darkness that defines, reassures, regenerates and, yes, may well
redeem the human mind-body-spirit … if we let it.
A
WANDERER RETURNS
On
a whim, revisiting a favourite place
after
many years away,
to
help part-redeem my personal space
Everyone
staring, wearing a smiley face,
yet
nothing to say;
on
a whim, revisiting a favourite place
Childhood,
through a veil of mystic lace,
catching
the light of day,
to
help part-redeem my personal space
Memories,
grasping at a charm and grace
where
once I gathered hay;
on
a whim, revisiting a favourite place
Of
unsettled times, lonely tears, no trace,
wishful
thinking kept at bay,
to
help part-redeem my personal space
Whether
or not any dog deserves its day,
time
passes, come what may;
On
a whim, revisiting a favourite place
to
help part-redeem my personal space
Copyright
R N. Taber 2020
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