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.

Thursday, 10 June 2021

Sitting Down, Getting Up, Going Home

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I have often heard it said that too many people live in their heads; reflecting on life too much is likely to have its finer realities pass them by.  In my mid-seventies now, I get that, I really do, but disagree.

Growing old, and more to look back on than look forward to, I consider the life choices I have made and, yes, I regret many of them. At the same time, I can see (now) how they have enriched my perceptions of nature and human nature; whether or not I communicate these, is something else, of course.)

So, would I do things differently, were I to have my time over again? I like to think so, but doubt it.

We are who we are, after all. When it comes to making choices, an innate mind-body-spirit, as mentored by our inner selves, will invariably decide for us. Now, what that says about us as individuals is probably best left to those get to know something of it, one way or another, to decide...

“Not choice, but habit rules the unreflecting herd...” – William Wordsworth

SITTING DOWN, GETTING UP, GOING HOME

Sitting on a wall
by a canal, watching shades
of light streaming
a global consciousness, lending 
personal space
time enough to get a feel for days
of wine and roses, inviting us to enjoy 
pleasuring in its reflections

Sitting on a wall
by a canal, watching clouds
drift by amongst 
paper wrappings, plastic bottles
and pizza boxes,
even the occasional tabloid,
tossed aside without a thought for others
pleasuring in its reflections

Risen from a wall
by a canal, where once we’d pause
to let moonlight
shine peace and love in our faces
before we’d kiss,
drift among such wonders of time
and (personal space) as only lovers ever get
to pleasure in its reflections

Risen from a wall
by a canal that knows me too well
to spare me looking in
on the consciousness we nurtured,
you and I, across years
of laughter and tears, joy and sorrows,
enabling such tomorrows as we’ll not get to see
to pleasure in its reflections 

Copyright R. N. Taber 2021






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