Oh, but spring, a renewed zest for life, love, nature...always so much a part of us even as winter would have its wicked way with us. Winter cannot win, though, while spring simply hibernates...and who says the spirit of spring ever hibernates...?
Now, love comes in all shapes and sizes and is just about everywhere you look from childhood through adulthood to our older years. We just have to keep our minds and hearts open, and have no stereotypical ideas about love’s ideal
Nothing and no one can live up to an ideal. But if growing up is all about getting real, it doesn't have to take anything away from the everlasting beauty of love...unless we let it.
As for gay love…Well, love doesn’t discriminate against us so by what right do people?
We may well happens to think a couple in love are not suited to one another for one reason or another, but it is not up to us to impose our feelings on them. However well-meaning any uninvited interference or intrusion concerning the affairs of others, even loved ones, we need to be there for then, not cold shouldering them because they choose not to take our 'advice'.
Various socio-cultural-religious issues need to translate into love just as they were invariably intended before certain individuals and groups chose to impose their own interpretations.
Personal integrity needs to embrace the wider implications of human love or what worth social, cultural, religious or political identity? (Yes, and sexual identity too.)
As I have said before on the blogs, our differences do not make us different, only human. We may nurse misgivings, even downright disapproval about the love two people plainly have for one another, but it is neither our business nor right to judge or reject them because they conflict with socio-cultural-religious values imposed upon us since birth. The world changes and we need to change with it, clearly discriminating between human values and human vanity as we do so.
Dis I say it was easy?
This poem is a kenning.
LOVE IN THE AIR or LOVE AND LET LOVE
Sworn to ride a dragon
across the world,
home course preferred,
winging our way across skies
a cloudy grey for the sun,
as joyfully (if often fearfully)
we, our seasons run,
whatever the damage done
by nature or Man
Let winds blow, rain gnash
its teeth at us, cyclones
crash into our poor defences,
smash every window, door,
sending cars flying, leaving us
but recourse to initiative,
mind over matter where hearts
dare disprove the universal cynic,
the wavering doubter
Sweet song of a nightingale
lights up our darkness,
heaping comfort on loneliness…
Come dawn, voice of a lark
homing in on us at the very edge
of history, encouraging us
to focus once more on a kinder
landscape than left worn and torn
by nature and Man
To myth, legend, and fairy tale,
I, love, bring its own reality
Copyright R. N. Taber 2003; 2013
[Note: An earlier version of this poem first appeared in an anthology, My Love, Poetry Now [Forward Press] 2003 and subsequently in 1st eds. of The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004; revised ed. in e-format in preparation.]