Sunday, 22 June 2014

Happy-Sad OR All dressed up and Nowhere to Go

Yes, it is possible to feel happy and sad at the same time.

Who has never been there, all dressed up and nowhere to go, making-believe we’ll have just as  good time staying in on our own, and who’s lonely anyway…?

Too right, it’s not a good place to be. 

So...?  Find yourself a kinder place to be, and don't waste time thinking about it. Better, surely, to enter into the process of building self-confidence than pressing self-destruct?  If human relationships are a minefield, the trick is learning to avoid the mines not the relationships. (Did I say it would be easy?)


Tables in a room, Happy Hour,
forced laughter booming like canon
across no man’s land;
lots of food and drink so let’s not think
about tomorrow, mind
the draughts or a Here and Now  
gone honky-tonk

Singing along to the radio man
(sure to cheer us up if anyone can?)
while old gods tease us
about the rights and wrongs of strings
we pull on each other
left banging on doors, crying to be
let in for pity’s sake

Dreams, footprints left by chairs
across a floor, toys seen better days,
their owners never (quite)
grown out of old inhibitions or found
better ways to spend an evening
than with life fictions sure to cut us
to the quick…

All in good time

Copyright R. N. Taber 1997; 2014

[Note: An earlier version of this poem under the title 'All Dressed up and Nowhere to Go' first appeared in poetry magazines (Community of Poets, 5, 1995 and Reach, 5, 1997) before I included it in 1st eds. of Love And Human Remains by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books 2001; 2nd (revised) edition in e-format in preparation.]

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