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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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