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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.

Tuesday 14 January 2020

Setting the Pace

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Here is another poem from my collections that is not on the blog; as I continue to work through them, adding revised poems for e-editions to publish at a later date, there may well be others appearing here. (Poems already on my poetry blogs have long since been revised where appropriate.)

It often seems to me that we live in an increasingly heartless world, one in which people don't care enough about each other as befits a common humanity. Even so, despite the hypocrisy, bigotry, fake news and other divisive aspects of human nature, its humanity continues to shine through because most people DO care; it's just that few hit the headlines, and we are invariably  influenced by media headlines - local and national -more than we might care to admit.

It is the human heart's capacity for empathy and caring that will always let mind-body-spirit have the edge on the worst aspects of human nature...as and when we choose to let it; in any socio-cultural-religious context.

SETTING THE PACE

I am a cry in the night,
world cocking but half an ear
as it tosses and turns
its sleepy heads on damp pillows
that will need laundering
come morning if only to hide
tell-tale patches of grief,
guilt, betrayal, loss of innocence
and worse

I am tears in the rain,
no one able to tell I am crying,
no matter that I am
dying inside, needing to show
a kinder side than seen
by those who have no pity
for the likes of a cry
in the night or tears in the rain
soon forgotten

I am shadows in twilight,
precursor to darker deeds than
any God imagined
or else He (or She) would never
have laid life on me
but left me to pass like a dream
across time and space,
no cries or tears or fretting
about losing face

The faster beat of the human heart,
I give its humanity a head start


Copyright R. N. Taber 2010

[Note: This poem appears in Tracking the Torchbearer by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2012.]


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