Shades of Comic Genius (and Quinquagenarian Angst)
From Roger’s good friend – Graham
Sap is rising, shoots are sprouting and buds are throbbing
in anticipation…
Today’s poem ‘Shades of Comic Genius’ offers an amusing take
on a couple who rediscover the passions of youth in their later years. A blaze
of glory as they surrender to the unbridled urges of nature and cast away, if
briefly, the burden of age. It’s an enchanting example of the whimsical aspect
in some of Roger’s writing.
Speaking of age, I imagine that cresting past that mid-life
hill can be daunting for many of those in my generation. Especially if they
find themselves single and there’s an incentive to maintain that sylph-like physique
of youth! Although that objective does become a bit of a pipedream, unfortunately,
as years advance.
It’s an unsightly truth that age and gravity conspire to steer
one’s finest assets on a southward migration. Looking in the mirror recently, I
was reminded of one of those mudslide events that you might see in a disaster
movie. Although I consider myself fortunate that I can still glimpse my feet between
shoegazing moobs. (It’s certainly a stark contrast with the type of ‘hangovers’
I faced during my student days.) Sitting in the bath the other day was
reminiscent of a baggy old armchair that had become waterlogged.
As if that wasn’t bad enough I was disappointed recently when my young niece asked me why I appeared to be frowning in some of the family photos. I had to explain that I was just facing down slightly and the mouth was sagging. She was kind enough to offer the assistance of a photo enhancer app although I gratefully declined. (Fastening a large bulldog clip to the back of the scalp might be more effective?)
I remember poor Rog complaining about ten years ago about
his midriff getting wider. He was worried about becoming ‘bell-shaped’. I
couldn’t think of anything diplomatic to say so I suggested that at least, he’d
be the ‘belle of the ball’. Fortunately he was immune to my cheeky banter and laughed.
Latterly, his avoidance of dairy products seemed to stop the expanding girth
which was some consolation.
Much of the time we tried to laugh about our frailties and work
around them. Or imagine, at least, that our salad days hadn’t entirely withered
on the vine. Anyway, it’s good to throw caution to the wind sometimes; budding with
memories from the bloom of youth…
* * *
‘She said she was approaching forty, and I couldn't help
wondering from what direction’. Bob Hope (British-born American entertainer).
* * *
SHADES OF COMIC GENIUS
(For old[er] people everywhere)
We stripped naked under a leafy sky,
saw our bodies turn gold,
for a while forgot about growing old
Rediscovering youth’s feisty
passion
we surfed its glorious tide,
put aches, pains and home truths aside
A balmy breeze gave us its blessing
and songbirds sang amen
while halcyon days revisited us again
Though years pass and take their toll,
the spirit of adventure remains
to seize the day, throw off its chains
If love is the greatest adventure of all,
sex is but half the story,
a shared empathy, its power and glory
We dressed quickly, nature applauding
bodies frayed at the seams
acknowledging its comedy of dreams
Copyright R. N. Taber 2010. From the collection On the
Battlefields of Love
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I’ve also included a jokey poem that I found in an old email
which never quite made the grade for publication (‘Senior Moments…’) .
However, it ties in so well I’ve included it. I think older readers will
appreciate it...
SENIOR MOMENTS or GROWING OLD WITH CHUCKLES
(And, no, Chuckles is not my cat.)
This little poem of mine
may well be missing the occasional line
since senior moments with me
are as common as sugar or milk in a cup
of coffee or tea
Whenever out and about,
I rely on my trusty walking stick’s support,
but will often raise the alarm
when I put it aside and it chooses to hide
(usually on my arm)
An easy to follow recipe
(meant to impress old friends visiting me)
might well prove a mistake
when I get proportions sufficiently wrong
to make us all feel sick
I have hurried for buses
only to find I’m soon counting my losses
for its heading (miles) away
from whatever destination I’d had in mind
and forgetting that anyway
A positive thinking person,
I refuse to let senior moments get me down,
but love to laugh at them
among friends over a few drinks in the pub,
ever toasting, ‘Carpe Diem’
Copyright R. N. Taber
2016
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