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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.

Thursday, 3 September 2020

Lines on the Accidental Life of a Raindrop

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Another new poem today.

A regular reader has emailed to asks if I am not ‘slightly obsessed’ with rain imagery in some poems although he enjoys it, ‘given that it is one of those a positive life forces with which you also seem more than a little obsessed’. Well, I hope I don’t come across as ’obsessed’ in any of my poems.

Yes, I am fascinated by and empathise with various life forces; good, bad, ugly and sublime aspects of human nature … which I suspect applies to most of us if we are truly honest with ourselves. It is, after all, what the arts are all about as well as entertainment, the sciences, too, as well as looking for and finding answers; in the latter, science has an advantage since all the arts can too is make suggestions and offer alternatives to both entertain audiences as well as providing food for thought.

As a child, one of my elders and betters told me that art is the opposite of science; even at a young age, though, we had to agree to differ; in children and young people this is too often seen as being precocious. Different, yes, very different, but both are mentors to mind-body-spirit, each in their own way.

Much the sane can be said for nature and human nature; take a raindrop falling from the sky, catching both light and a child’s imagination, food for thought, indeed; where imagination entertains, invariably asking more questions than answering any …such observations may well not only stay with us  all our lives, taking us on a voyage of discovery that consciously or subconsciously  may well affect every move we make, every word we speak, who we are at any given time and whom we may yet become ...

No mean mentors, raindrops …

LINES ON THE ACCIDENTAL LIFE OF A RAINDROP

I watched a raindrop falling,
saw it splash on the ground without a sound,
and the silence, it was deafening,
killing the roar of traffic all around, leaving me
wondering who and where I am,
looking back at the heavens, asking questions,
needing reasons as to why
one minute I’m in a busy, noisy place, the next
travelling time and (personal) space

Silence, splashing my face
like thoughts that never seem to find a voice,
sailing through my head,
much like a summer breeze, every word unsaid
splashing on the backroads
of my mind, like raindrops fallen to the ground
only to conspire with others
to form puddles for children to make such faces in
as prompted by some native intuition

Years on, the boy I was that day,
a man now, but still watching that same rain fall
into much the same silence,
weirder now than ever for being so much rarer,
more likely to be swept along
by the rushing by of a Here-and-Now, little pause
to wonder where the time goes,
as likely breaking me for going with its flow had I not
listened to the silence, and never forgot

Old now, mind-body-spirit as full of pleasure as pain,
just for watching raindrops splashing Memory Lane


Copyright R. N Taber 2020

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