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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.

Sunday, 2 August 2020

Ancestral Voices

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Today's poem first appeared on the blog in 2011.

I need to say a big thank you to those readers who have been in touch to wish me well with my prostate cancer from the start; biopsy, diagnosed positive, and subsequent battle with years of hormone therapy. It is good to know there is still a strong sense of common humanity out there.

Oh, there will always be bigots who love to pontificate on this and that if only because they are punctilious pricks huffing and puffing their own self-importance at the doors of anyone who’ll listen. BUT...there are also many decent people in the world, of all socio-cultural-religious persuasions, with open minds and open hearts.

Life is nowhere near as black and white as the world's media love to portray it. Oh, but thank goodness for that!

Meanwhile...

This poem was written in 1999. I have always been fascinated by the way we can look at history and form opinions that reflect and compare the way we were then and are now, even as we make and become history with each passing second.

Regular readers will know I have a passion for walking by the sea. Sadly, mobility problems prevent me from indulging these days, but I guess that's where memories and imagination come into their own. Oh, I love woodlands too. Wherever, nature has stories to tell that go back centuries for those who care to listen. For me, though, it is the sea that has a stronger grasp of humanity and how it has shaped Earth’s history for good or ill. A common thread running through all the stories is its capacity for survival.

Oh, people may come and go, fashions and attitudes change, but hard pressed and war weary as it may be, humanity (if not all humankind) continues to hold its head up high; and so it will always be, so long as nature passes on its story and sees to it that somehow there will always be some of us left to listen.

ANCESTRAL VOICES

Rise and fall, rise and fall, waves
whispering me …

Tell of Adam in the Garden,
Samson at Gaza, Clinton for president;
Boudicca in warrior dress,
Mother Teresa, an earthy saintliness;
Humanity, body and soul, History, stored
(and stirred) in a golden bowl

Oh, spare me your blushes
softly treading sky, retreat behind veil-mask
for naked come I to it all;
let me bathe in the twilight of half-gods,
engage with their history, legends, fantasy,
join them for a photo-call

Rise and fall, rise and fall, such waves
as whispering me ...

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in Love and Human Remains by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2001]


[Note: The video - looking a little jaded now, I'm afraid - relates to a different poem but several readers have asked me to repeat it, although I am not sure if yours truly, walking by the sea on Brighton beach some years ago, will be of much interest. wry bardic grin ]

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