Monday, 26 May 2014

Heartlands


Life offers a variety of landscapes, each one a challenge; how we react to these challenges,   defines who we are…but never believe that is written in stone; we all have choices and, yes, we all make mistakes.

While some mistakes can never be properly rectified, and may well haunt us all our lives, we can at least try and compensate for them. Never easy, but a small price to pay for peace of mind if a fragile one, yet strong enough, too, to survive the cut and thrust of human nature in response to which, for good or bad, we shape and reshape our very identity from cradle to grave...

As my mother would often tell me, the only way to think is positive ...or it's downhill all the way.

HEARTLANDS

Forgotten dreams, lost causes,
a mountain of broken promises
daring us climb and conquer,
save ourselves and each other;
higher we climb, farther away,
yet bringing us closer every day
to a scary, grey, loneliness,
weeping landscape of distress

A faery mist issuing a threat
to those seeking an easy way out,
nature is not (yet) done with us
in denial of its greater mysteries;
kind faces in clouds beckoning,
frail ego and willpower conspiring
to revive an all but dead hearth,
kiss the sky and inherit the earth

Ghosts, sharing our tears,
wiping clear a window on years
that have not been kind to us
nor we to ourselves or each other;
parting now, eyes wiped dry,
Apollo advising let live, let die,
time to descend the mountain,
into the heartlands of its creation

Forgotten dreams, lost causes,
a mountain of broken promises
daring us climb and conquer,
save ourselves and each other;
no easy way up or even down
only (potentially) peace of mind
in scaling peaks of desperation,
making peace with imagination

Fearful, yes, yet anxious to be seen
colouring grey landscapes green

Copyright R. N. Taber 2010


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