Saturday, 30 November 2013

Know the Voice, can't Place the Face OR Homing in On Self-Awareness


I look around and sometimes wonder...if we can’t keep faith with each other, what hope for our keeping faith with ourselves? Whatever, it is down to us, no one else.

We may blame fate, our therapist, even God...but when push comes to shove there is no lasting escape from our having to take responsibility for our own choices. Nor are we entirely to blame for making wrong choices. No one (thank goodness) is perfect. Even so, it can't help to get to know ourselves as we are rather than we (or others) might have us be...?

This poem is a kenning.

KNOW THE VOICE, CAN'T PLACE THE FACE or HOMING IN ON SELF-AWARENESS

Come, child,
where I lead, don’t be afraid;
listen to the murmurings
of your heart, exercise the finer
leanings of your mind;
start to care, understand why
I, too, am always here
for you, trying to be fair,
even kind

See, child,
where I walk and let’s talk,
you and I, exchange
home truths before they fester
and die in the bowels
of a soul bent on proving
its very existence - by
token resistance to temporal
magnificence

Hear, child,
any wise words of your own;
feel free to ignore mine
if you suspect they threaten
your ivory tower
of pretension, no protection
against a world its own
worst enemy for a divided
humanity

Part godly, part devilry,
call me, Destiny...

 Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2013

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in A Feeling for the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005; revised ed. in e-format in preparation.]


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