Monday, 6 May 2013

Old Haunts OR H-O-P-E, a Personal History

I suspect we all get lonely sometimes. Ghosts and soap characters can be good company, but there is nothing like going out and meeting people to feel...alive! Essentially, it's a matter of self-confidence, believing in ourselves and others or how can we expect them believe in and have confidence in us?

Never let anyone tell you you're less of a person then they are, whatever inflexible socio-cultural-religious 'principles' they may throw at you.  We are all different and as I have said many times on both blogs, being different doesn't make us different, only human. 


World, a reflection
in bed-sit windows
weaving fictions
around street corners

Cracks on a pane
like shattered dreams
made whole again
(while the sun shines)

Lonely, a sad word
like weepy autumn mists
asking of the world
it befriend its ghosts

Hope,still  treading warily
through eternity

Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; 2011

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in 1st eds. of First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002; 2nd (revised) e-edition  in preparation. 

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