A Poet's Blog: Roger N.Taber shares his thoughts & poems...

Thoughts and observations by English poet Roger N. Taber, a retired librarian and poet-novelist.- "Ethnicity, Religion, Gender, Sexuality ... these are but parts of a whole. It is the whole that counts." RNT [NB While I have no wish to create a social network, I will always reply to critical emails about my poetry. Contact: rogertab@aol.com].

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Sadly, a bad fall in 2012 has left me with a mobility problem, and being diagnosed with prostate cancer the same year hasn't helped, but I get out and about with my trusty walking stick as much as I can, take each day as it comes and try to keep looking on the bright(er) side of life. Many of my poems reflect the need to nurture a positive-thinking mindset whatever life throws at us.

Monday 11 January 2016

Spring Fields, the Poetry of Anticipation


We are constantly reminded of the resilience of nature and human nature to rise above even the worst winter may throw at it. So, too, we see evidence of that enduring penchant of human mind, body and spirit for the kind of creative therapy that lifts us out of despair and carries us into spring. What happens then, of course, is no secret where nature is concerned; new life, indeed. As for mind, body, and spirit, these can but reunite and do their best to rise above the worst and wing us along with the skylark, perennial metaphor for hope renewed and dreams reworked…that never (quite) went away.

SPRING FIELDS, THE POETRY OF ANTICIPATION

When winter comes,
its days so long, cold, and dark
where do dreams fly
that once rose with the lark,
kept us company
in spring fields bringing new life
to each flower, each tree?

When winter comes,
dimming even the brightest spirit,
what happens to hopes
that once nested in the heart,
kept the mind company
in spring fields bringing new life
to each flower, each tree?

When winter comes,
poverty sure to leave its mark,
to whom do they turn,
faced with life choices as stark
as keeping the heating on,
putting food on the table, buying
clothes for the children?

When winter comes,
snowflakes like failing heartbeats,
how do they survive,
forced to beg on busy streets
for the right to be free
of winter’s worst, a helping hand
from everyday humanity

When winter comes,
its days so long, cold and dark,
drive mind, body and spirit
to image wings of the same skylark
that kept us company
in spring fields bringing new life
to each flower, each tree

Where winter comes,
companion north wind blowing,
sparing no one,
find hopes and dreams creating
a bold new tapestry
of spring fields bringing new life
and hope to ailing humanity

Copyright R. N. Taber 2013; 2016



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