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Spring, summer, autumn, winter... mixed experiences,
all weathers and feelings as nature runs the gamut of its potential. Likewise,
mind-body-spirit as it passes through the seasons of its life on Earth.
If the finest of weathers is sunshine and the
warmth it brings so, too, the finest of feelings has to be love... and who’s to
say, in the winter of our years, whether or not we shall ever see another summer...?
Love comes in all shapes and forms and, yes, sometimes the illusion can be such that we mistake it for reality, but the spirit of true love never dies...
TOGETHERNESS, POETRY SET TO THE MUSIC OF TIME
Hope, rippling summer corn
like stirrings of a child unborn,
wondering in the womb
on whatever may lie waiting between
life and tomb...
I lift my eyes to a gorgeous sky,
loose more dreams, watch them fly
like the tail of a child’s kite
flapping bravely against nature's
might till barely a flicker,
waved out of sight with tearful eye
and puckered brow, the child
I once was, returning now across
shadowy years, watery eyes
less of a surprise in the summer air
than once having sought
without finding, been hurt without
making a sound while caged
in a breast so often deprived of rest,
tired of hearing “it's for the best,”
weary of waiting for waiting’s end,
lonely for want of a dear friend,
finally found, only to sail off on a sea
of corn, FREE – and you’re smiling
wistfully back at me who’s left to bear
a heavy heart, weather the pain
that has us part, your look that says
“We made our world a far, far happier,
and kinder place..."
A summer breeze, making music
like a piano player idling at the keys
with an artist’s ease, lulling Earth’s
so-restless womb before the breaking
of a storm that’s spreading alarm
amongst the corn; I spot a field mouse,
tiny, quick, soon forgot, needs must
hasten my own tread, the music growing
to a crescendo in my head, like LIFE,
LOVE... Instead, I’ll linger in this place
and to wind and rain, I’ll lift the face
of one who’s glad he came to see-hear
our history passing into such beauty
as I’ll always cherish for being no less
a part of you-me-us than s the shoes
I wear, though much worn through a world
much torn in two, three, and more
by envy, hate and war, I have to say, kneeling
now to pray (to what or whom, who knows
with certainty until we get to be part
of the poem that's eternity?) Now, though,
dear friend I cannot let you go without
thanks for today, its agenda
for lasting peace and love ringing all the truer
for our being together...
Hope, rippling summer corn
like the stirrings of a child unborn,
wondering in the womb,
at whatever may lie waiting beyond
life and tomb
Copyright R. N. Taber 2001, 2021
[Note: The original version of this poem was written in 1998 and was first published under the title ‘Once More, Dear Friend’ in my collection, Love
and Human Remains by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2001; it has recently been considerably and significantly revised.] RNT
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