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.

Saturday, 8 August 2020

Butterflies, Catching the Light

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This poem first appeared on the blog in 2013; it was inspired by a lovely lady who fought cancer and won a reprieve of several years before it finally caught up with her. One summer, she told me that, if it was to be her last, she would enjoy it to the full, not content to simply pass through like a butterfly, but with every intention of seeing out another autumn … winter … and spring … 

Indeed, no passing butterfly, she, but a true Child of the Earth. When I was first diagnosed with prostate cancer in February 2011, she was and continues to be my inspiration.

To all those having to endure cancer any any other illness, we can but take a tip from the butterflies and make the most of any light in our lives while we can; hopefully, it will inspire us to beat any odds against us and see more of our seasons through ... and never underestimate the power of the human spirit to let us do just that.  As regular readers know, I am not a religious person except in so far as I am a pantheist, but no religion has a monopoly on spirituality, and it's that which inspires the life force in me that, in turn, invariably inspires my poems.

BUTTERFLIES, CATCHING THE LIGHT

Why think of dying on a lovely
summer’s day?
Not a cloud in the sky; birds full
of mischief and joy;
a scarecrow swinging in a breeze,
making us dizzy;
children laughing at grown-ups
too busy blowing on
dandelion clocks to care how
the young may
perceive the rapture of one foolish
moment, finer by far
than capturing a rare butterfly;
light in the eye
like a spread of buttery sunshine
on bald spots 
in the hair, token of forever things;
Peace, Hope,
wings of a kind, like words a child
might find
once tucked into bed and favourite
stories read;
heavens, in perfect harmony with
greenest pastures
though a cancer in the body catch
us unawares
to keep, like the rarest butterflies,
on display

Why think of dying on a lovely
summer’s day?

[From: The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004]

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