Sunday, 28 April 2013

The Mind Hears, The Heart Listens

Yes, we should probably do what our heads tell us more often, but it’s invariably so much more fun (and human) to follow our hearts. True, it can be a risky business but some risks are always worth taking, and love is one of them.

Love comes in all shapes and sizes, expresses itself in countless ways,  probably has a finer grasp of what life (and time?) is really all about than even the most learned mind will ever know.

This poem is a villanelle.


Where Time has its way
with each of us,
Love will always have a say

Eyes shut, cold clay,
no sweet caress
where Time has its way

Fear not the close of day
(waking to emptiness?);
Love will always have a say

Duty, too, its passion may
well speak up for us
where Time has its way

On dark secrets kept at bay
(haunts of fear and lies)
Love will always have a say

Eternity but a breath away
from a cynic’s kiss;
where Time has its way,
Love will always have a say

Copyright R. N. Taber 2005; 2012

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in 1st eds. of  A Feeling For The Quickness Of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005; 2nd (revised) e-edition in preparation.]

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