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.

Wednesday 19 February 2020

Mind-Body-Spirit, Up for a Challenge

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We may build bridges, burn bridges, even jump off them, but there is usually one bridge we all spend a lifetime crossing...just to get to the other side. 

Mind-Body-Spirit is always up for a challenge, so ... let's go for it, yes? YES.  

Win or lose, succeed or fail ... better to try than spend a lifetime kicking ourselves for not at least making the attempt, surely? Oh, and yes, I have tried and failed at this and that ... many times, but out of failure can come a new, even winning resolve to try an alternative option ... sure to present itself ... if we let it, and refuse to be put down by all and sundry for failing n the first place.

MIND-BODY-SPIRIT, UP FOR A CHALLENGE

There is a bridge between clouds
where we pause,
to argue out a reason for living
other than dying
where the spirit unfulfilled,
the heart strayed
across certain boundaries society
has imposed (conventions)
so much the better to disguise
its worst intentions

There is a bridge between clouds
where we pause
to ask why the world we know
has let us down … or did we
let ourselves and each other down
in the end
for never ceasing to demand more
than our fair share
of whatever peace and love
to be found there?

There is a bridge between clouds
where we’ll wait
our turn to cross … or be left
wishing deeds undone,
words unsaid, lies left creeping
under the tongue,
never to see the cold light of a day
when we must answer
to all its invidious shadows
may have heard us say

We can but cross, we children of Earth,
rise to the challenge of life over death

Copyright R. N. Taber 1984; 2010


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