Sunday, 24 April 2016

Among Friends, Music to the Ears

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Today’s poem - another villanelle - was first written in 2002 and published in an anthology the following year before I included it in my collection.

Why do I make revisions at all?  During the process of preparing my collection for publication to Google Play in e-format, I find myself dissatisfied with some poems for reasons not always obvious, even to me; most, it has to do with how a poems ‘flows’ – or doesn’t, as the case may be.

Given that I’ve never really got along with most members of either my immediate or extended family, good friends have always been especially important to me. (Yes, even those of the ‘fair weather’ variety.) As I grow old (71 now and live alone) I am, oh, so thankful to and for good friends. and value our friendship even more.  

 AMONG FRIENDS, MUSIC TO THE EARS

Come the darkest, longest night
or saddest sunny day,
find friends, making it alright

At one with moon and starlight,
for losing their way
come the darkest, longest night

Wherever a weepy half-light
gone charcoal grey,
find friends, making it alright

Find home fires burning bright
(shaping our clay)
come the darkest, longest night

Where fear looms, tigers about,
(myth, hearsay…)
find friends, making it alright

Oh, but what sweeter respite
than such rights of way…?
Come the darkest, longest night,
find friends, making it alright

Copyright R. N. Taber 2003; 2006

[Note: An earlier version of this poem first appeared in an anthology, Where the Words take You, Anchor Books [Forward Press] 2003 and subsequently in The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004.]

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