Thursday, 31 October 2013

Bird Life

Death is part and parcel of living. No writer can ignore it, especially a poet. I don’t think death is anything to fear but simply part of the continuum that is the human spirit.

As regular readers will know, I rejected religion even as a child and chose to put my faith in nature. It is in nature that I identify with a strong sense of spirituality that continues to sustain me throughout both good and bad times. Yes, nature can be a force to fear at times, but so can human nature.  

Who could be afraid of a flower or a tree?

As for pain…well, yes, I am a coward when it comes to pain. Hopefully, death will come peacefully when my time comes for it to pay a call. But…who knows? Perhaps it is true what they say about ‘no pain, no gain’ and we have as much to gain in death as we do in life, maybe even more.



such a sad, lonely word,
flies above us like a graceful bird
but makes no sound
nor will it ever descend to breathe
life and love into a tree
or flex its wings on our window sill;
we can but watch, learn, dare
to flex our own, breathe
life and love into a tree, no matter
where it be, for there I will
sit with you and you will sit with me,
watching a bird on wing
bring grace to the greyest skies
nor any fairer sound
till joined by another then hear both
sing loud and clear, a poem
for the trees to share night and day
long, long, after we have
gone away

Copyright R. N. Taber 2007; rev. title 2008

[Note: First published under the title 'Lines on Nature Conservation' in Accomplices t Illusion by
R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007; rev. ed. in e-format in preparation.]

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