Friday, 21 June 2013

H-I-S-T-O-R-Y, Time's Footprints

Sometimes, we can be walking along without a care in the world, and then we spot something, as often as not quite trivial, that triggers a chain reaction taking us to places we would have much preferred to avoid…and once there, struggle to find our way back again.


Scraps of a letter floating down a gutter,
pricking the occasional comfort zone

Wondering about blue ink stains, inwardly
debating the when, whose, and why

Doesn’t matter, of course, all history now,
heading in pieces for the nearest drain

Yet, someone had once made time to write,
feel, read (send?) decide to throw away

Secrets passing between lovers found out,
and punished, disowned…ever forgiven?

Friends, family, stranded on opposite sides
of some socio-cultural-religious divide?

Had someone discovered, betrayed, turned
finer feelings into anonymous ink stains?

Tearful, over scraps of a letter, potentially
sucking the life out of any one of us

Bad memories eagerly mowed down by rolls
of thunder, over anxious to leave no trace

Rain! Gutter, a river, scraps gone to sewage
under a city that stinks of rotten secrets

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in Accomplices To Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007]

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