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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Location: London, United Kingdom

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, 13 January 2021

M-U-S-I-C, Life Forces

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I am partially deaf, cannot play an instrument and certainly don’t have a good singing voice… and that's not even the half of it...BUT… what the heck? 

My mother had a lovely singing voice; she died in 1976, and sings to me all the time .

Slow, slow, quick-quick, slow… I will have music wherever I go.

Thanks for dropping by the blog, everyone. At 75,and living on my own here in London UK (especially at the moment, with the Covid-19 variant spreading fast...)

Take care, be safe, keep well and be sure to nurture a positive thinking mindset,

Roger 

M-U-S-I-C, LIFE FORCES 

There’s no finer a music
of the heart than speaks to us of love
and helps us rise above
even the worst life can throw at us;
as years pass, and we grow old,
memories fading but for an inner eye
inspiring us helping us feel
the finer, better, greater part of such times 
as saw us engage with joie de vivre 

Romantic refrain or rave,
there’s nothing like the magic of music
for getting mind-body spirit
to engage with its other self, one seeing
the best in others,
keeping in touch over years with those
with whom it can share
tears of joy as well as the pain of unforeseen
tomorrows likely to catch us unawares 

Where passion a hymn to life,
needless to say, it may well be a pop song
lending us an ear
to what goes on in corners of the heart
that’s harbouring feelings
it has yet to acknowledge, explore, dare
(or ignore) a need for someone
ready and willing to dance to whatever music
brings the same two pairs of feet to life 

We grow old, mind-body-spirit
close to curtain call but for such sound
of music as keep us all
on our toes, in each other’s arms, wherever
they take us… high notes,
low notes, middle-of-the-road notes,
(as well the case may be)
through to our journey’s end, be it near or far,
its more enduring steps played by ear 

Pride of place among memories we have made,
the music played...

Copyright R. N. Taber 2021

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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