Thoughts and observations by English poet Roger N. Taber, a retired librarian & poet-novelist.- "Colour, creed, sex, sexuality... these are but part 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 emails. Contact: email@example.com].
Society - that is to say, the more vocal and 'pushy' of its so-called 'betters' - may well like to think the human condition can be moulded as it sees fit, but it underestimates the human spirit, that inner self inclined to resist all attempts to fit us into boxes for which we were not made.
By all means, let us resist...
EXTRACTS FROM A SPECULATIVE MIND
Some turn to love but for escape, comfort,
weary of a world full of pain and hate,
sick of always being told what to do (or not),
seek peace, understanding in a kind heart
Some find an escape and comfort they seek,
believe they're safe under sheltering skies;
some, disenchanted by love for its own sake,
weary of the same people, places, half lies…
If squaring up to life’s clout is never easy,
squaring up to love is harder still by far;
as for looking both in the eye with sincerity,
that demands the sureness of a guiding star
Within any mould of clay, the human body
nurses instincts, as good a life guide as any
Copyright R. N. Taber 2005; 2016
First published under the title ‘Horoscope' inA Feeling For The Quickness
Of Timeby R. N. Taber,
Assembly Books, 2005; revised ed. in e-format in preparation.]