Few of us can say in all honesty that we have no regrets, and have
made no mistakes. Even so, there is no point in crying over spilt milk. (As
good a philosophy as any, I say.) Besides, sometimes we need to make mistakes
in order to discover our true path in life; we can but try and learn from them
and move on. Life is a learning curve, after all.
When I look back at my worse mistakes I can also see how some good
has come from having made them. Whatever, if you want to do something badly
enough, I wholeheartedly agree with giving it a go; if it turns out to be a
mistake, better regret having tried and failed than wonder how things might
have turned out. [Story of my life…] Besides, all poetry needs must expose at
least glimpses of life's negatives if only to encourage its positives to shine
through.
I am often asked by heterosexual readers if I regret including
gay-interest poems in my collections and if it has damaged my reputation as a
poet in the wider arena. The answer is ‘no’ to the first question. As for the
second…yes, it has probably adversely affected my reputation as a poet in the
wider arena (and why the arts media practically ignore me) but…no, I have no
regrets.
While I can't expect to please everyone with every poem I write
(nor do I exclude myself) but have received some lovely emails from readers all
over the world who enjoy reading them. What poet can ask for more?
Although I do not allow comments - too many idiots spoiling posts for genuine
readers, and I leave social media well alone for the same reason - do feel free
to email me any time on any subject. I will always reply as soon as I can. If
you don’t like my poetry, but still want to exchange points of
view, no problem.
Contact rogertab@aol.com; with ‘Blogs’ or ‘Poems’
in the subject field.
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I move without favour or prejudice
among men, women, children;
to whomsoever calls me out, I will
always answer, no one denied
the music I'll bring, blues I'll sing;
rich, poor, famous, infamous, saints
and sinners…all welcome to tap
into a wisdom some like to call Fate,
lessons learned too late
I touch without favour or prejudice
the loose thread missing a button,
that odd sock, empty vase in rooms
yawning with boredom for what’s
on TV, and must have heard that CD
a thousand times (surely?) though
any sound has to be better than none,
answerable (finally) to a plaintive purr
beside a lap tray set for one
I bury without favour or prejudice
forgotten dreams, misspent ideals,
all wishful thinking on falling stars
meant to compensate humanity
for its brooding on old letters, photos,
poems, home videos…all as dead
as the cat whose purr the ear recalls
where the inner eye revisits every day
at a lonely table set for one
First among equals among the human race
is selective memory, a face-saving grace
Copyright R. N. Taber 2007; 2020
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears under the title
'Regret' in Accomplices to Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly
Books 2007,]