Sunday, 29 December 2013

Up rhe Down Staircase OR Here We Go Again...

Every year life dishes us our highs and lows, successes and failures, fun times and sad times. In no time (or so it often seems) another year will be stretching ahead from Day One. We can but promise ourselves and each other to do our best to make sure it is a better, kinder year...

As for making dreams come true (don’t we all have them?) it has been my experience, on the more promising occasions to which life has treated me now and then, that we may be pleasantly surprised how close we can get just by trying. 

The great thing about Sandmen is that they never discriminate; you can be rich or poor, gay or straight, super fit or severely disabled, from any country in the world...whatever...and they don't give a damn, just as it should be among human beings…

Me? Oh, I’m just one among millions of dreamers out there who hold the world as it could, would, and should be in the palms of our hands. [Slippery things, though, dreams...]

This poem is a villanelle.


A few dreams down, more ahead,
(Well, haven’t we all been here before?)
Earth Mother left (still) seeing red

Integrity as unevenly spread
as ever across the world’s political floor;
a few dreams down, more ahead;

Mutual respect so thinly spread
among this world’s religions’ harder core;
Earth Mother left (still) seeing red

Nations’ survivors bury their dead,
the injured left knocking at Heaven’s door;
a few dreams down, more ahead;

A better world, our forefather’s said,
that’s what our blood and tears are shed for;
Earth Mother left (still) seeing red

A kinder world would bow its head,
seeing fair Progress farmed out for a whore;
a few dreams down, more ahead;
Earth Mother left (still) seeing red

Copyright R. N. Taber 2012

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