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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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.

Tuesday, 4 August 2020

Human Spirit, Wings of the Day

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This poem first appeared on my gay blog n 2017.

A reader writes to say, “I had never thought to dip into your gay blog until a gay work colleague sent me the link to this post and poem in particular. The coronavirus having left me feeling very depressed, it lifted my spirits and reminded me what joie de vivre is really all about. I dare say there are other readers who may not have read it, so please consider posting it on your general blog. Incidentally, I browsed your gay blog while I was there, and will continue to do so.” - Alan B

Well, many thanks for that, Alan, and as someone who has done battle with depression all my life, I can but wish you a mindset able to recognise the signs and default to positive thinking mode.

In my 70’s now, people often refer to me as being in the autumn (even early winter) of my years. Well, physically, yes, of course I am, but there is a spirit in me (as in all of us who know better) that beats its wings and sings its heart out just as if it were spring …

Gay or straight, we all get old; the trick is never, but never, let anyone or anything make you feel old.

HUMAN SPIRIT, WINGS OF THE DAY 

Bursting into spring
come a skylark into song
at the first subtle hint
of a new day’s spreading
its wings

Up, up, and away
like that beautiful kite
we'd fly in a breeze
on daisy hilltops, spreading
news of us…
across cornfields,
and chuckling streams,
busy, smoky streets,
touching base with lovers
like us ...

Demanding heads
in sand look up, take note,
spread the word
to watch out for us settling
nearby…
listen to epic tales
ever worked and reworked
by history,
world taking us to its heart
or not ...

Sailing into spring
on a nightingale’s lullaby
come the first hint
of twilight at a day’s folding
its wings

Copyright R. N. Taber 2017








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