Monday, 15 August 2016

Surreal, Tears in Dry Eyes OR Humanity, Uneasy lies the Head


Life is what it is; we make the best (or worst) of things. Everyone is different and no one has the right to judge another simply because they appear to aspire to less than their potential suggests. Fame, fortune, travel…these are wonderful achievements if and where the cap fits but aspiring to be nothing more or less than a good parent/person is no less wonderful, even more so perhaps for its invariably being less obvious (or newsworthy).

Whatever, we can always fall back on imagination...

SURREAL, TEARS IN DRY EYES or HUMANITY, UNEASY LIES THE HEAD

Home truths, like near dead lilies on a lake
running dry

Lifelines, like veins of a turning leaf
come autumn

Desire, taking comfort in homemade soup
in winter

Wisdom, taking its cue from the first
cuckoo of spring

Ambition,  Jack Frost’s tablecloth spread,
our places laid

Passion, saving water lilies from a lake
running dry

Love, preserving archives should humanity
need reminding...

Copyright R. N. Taber 2007; 2016

[Note: This poem first appeared under the title 'Rummaging the Archives' in Accomplices to Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007 and was subsequently published in CC&D v 270 (Scars Publications, USA.) under the same title); revised ed. in e-format in preparation.]


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