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 28 January 2021

Engaging with Forget-me-nots OR A Gardener's Tale

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Several friends are keen gardeners; their eyes brighten up even the dullest of days as they enthuse about spring, its longer, lighter days and splashes of colour;. One mentioned only yesterday that a favourite flower is the forget-me-not.

Now, yesterday was Holocaust Memorial Day. As my thoughts turned to the horrors of Hitler’s Germany, they also took to heart such loved-ones as each and every one of us have lost in past and present times; just as they were a part of us once, so they remain, missed for their physical absence, yet continuing to inspire our every heartbeat.

Such are our fondest memories; flowers that comprise a Garden of the Heart where, once planted, the seeds of remembrance  are as likely to spread no less a burst of colour than time itself… if we but let them.

                                                 (Forget-me-nots (photo from the Internet)


ENGAGING WITH FORGET-ME-NOTS or A GARDENER’S TALE

There is a time to forget,
a time to discard, a time to re-engage
with a native soil
that’s been prepared, cared for,
nurtured in readiness
to give life, hope, and happiness
in a process of renewal
meant to regenerate the Spirit of Spring
in the wake of winter 

Ah, and who can ever forget
such clouds of frothy blue as may well
be gifts from Apollo
from heavens seeking to inspire us,
compensate us in part
for life stories that leave little left
to tell, even less to show
a curious world who or what from the start
engaged a human heart 

I look out on a garden struggling
to survive, its natural zeal encouraging
it to live, root and branch,
letting the eye see what nature can do
given time, space, heart
and hands blessed with an affinity
for an imagination inclined
to keep inner eyes on such moving fingers
as lighten up our seasons 

Bright are the colours of a garden
that temper all weathers with anticipation
of even brighter tomorrows,
sure to lift even the saddest of hearts
above its darkest sorrows,
reminding us of song and laughter
and such sweet truths
as  much-loved ghosts can hear, share with us
its finer, greater treasures 

Copyright R N Taber, 2021

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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