In the Blink of an Elephant's Eye
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A reader asks how I manage to keep looking on the
bright(er) side of life “... in order to end most of your poems on a positive
note?” Well, I do try and have probably
posted more such poems than usual lately, partly to knee-jerk a positive
thinking mindset of my own in to action while, hopefully, encouraging any
readers who may be feeling at a low ebb, to recharge their batteries.
I am by no means good with new technology. Writing up
blog posts on my p c has always been stressful for me, but the kind of stress I
welcome, if only for knowing that, by the time I am ready to publish, I will
have shown various health issues just who’s boss.
Progress is, of course, part and parcel of life, but
some of us adapt to it better than others, for various reasons, not the least
of them being growing old and/ or having to tackle mental health issues.
To those who adapt to change fairly easily, welcome it as a challenge even, I would, of course, always encourage so positive and forward-looking approach; at the same time, I would also ask them not to be dismissive of those of us not up to the mark in one respect or another, for whatever reason.
As we journey through life, our weaknesses often become obvious, less so the strengths
that enable us to carry them, not least memories of kinder, happier times; the latter has never been about wanting time to stand still, rather it's about being inspired to journey on... whatever the next day may have in store for us.
IN THE BLINK OF AN ELEPHANT’S EYE
Peering into the digital eye
of an elephant, my screen saver,
carried on a tide of empathy
by the beast into a digital jungle,
trumpeting our arrival
above other noises, all despairing
of anyone listening
Empathy, mind-body-spirit
conceding any virtual trumpeting
able to suss out surrounds,
savaged every day of every year,
its habitats and sources
of vital life forces put under duress
in the interests of progress
Progress for whom, though,
among creatures great and small,
left behind, struggling
to adapt while not knowing why
needs must all species
move on, make front pages of history
for classroom curiosity?
Can hear new bells tolling
nature and human nature’s failing
to solve new puzzles,
fathom new mysteries, making out
we know what’s going on,
whether or not (really) up to the mark,
all but in the dark...
Computer crashes, leaving me
wondering why, and what on earth I do
next by way of resuming
whatever progress I’d been making
in a winking, blinking,
elephant’s eye, invariably taking heart,
to reboot and restart
Copyright R. N. Taber, 2022
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