Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Casualties of War OR Regrets, In So Many Words...


A number of blog readers have expressed a wish to read some of my poems again, but don’t have access to my collections or time to browse my blogs. For a while, therefore, I have created temporary, historical records on Google Plus with past as well as any current posts, deleting some and adding others on a regular basis so there are never too many poems to browse. The preamble to some posts may well be out of date, of course, but recent feedback suggests it doesn't bother anyone. Besides, readers can always skip preamble and go straight to the poem.:

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Now, much of human nature is about love and hate, finding peace and making war with ourselves as well as if not more so than with others. 

Among many wounds we inflict upon ourselves - and far too often leave to fester - I suspect that by far the greater are words spoken in anger that can never (quite) be retracted and words of love never spoken at all. More often than not, blame lies with a failure to communicate properly between the parties concerned; ironic, in a twenty-first century where communication has never been easier if also (perhaps for that very reason?) more vulnerable to misunderstandings and/ or misleading assumptions invariably down to expressing ourselves poorly or not at all..

When was the last time you told someone just how much you love and/or forgive them?

This poem is (yes, another) villanelle.

CASUALTIES OF WAR or REGRETS, IN SO MANY WORDS...

So many words unsaid
on this life’s battleground,
comrades left for dead

False hopes seeing red,
warned not to make a sound;
so many words unsaid

Misgivings hastily shed
where love’s tears confound;
comrades left for dead

Truth but to history fed,
as better sought than found;
so many words unsaid

Honest mistakes misled
for hurt pride to compound;
comrades left for dead

Nature by nurture misled
costs peace the upper hand;
so many words unsaid,
comrades left for dead


[From:  On the Battlefields of Love: poems by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]


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