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A reader has emailed to ask if I will post some poems that are included in my collections, but not on the blog. Apparently, he likes to copy the poems and email them to 'an elderly relative who loves poetry but is 'only ok'ish with very basic IT, sufficiently to be able to open emails anyway.'
Meanwhile...
I included this poems in my collection with a place in mind that always fills me with a sense of peace. Before I hit 70+ and developed mobility problems, I'd often walk to nearby Hampstead Heath, at any time of year; once there, I would , enjoy a panoramic view of London from the top of Parliament Hill before wandering back down to sit by the ponds, or roam the woodlands, listen to incredible birdsong and, yes, find peace in the beauty of it all. Oh, but it is sheer poetry, believe me; of the kind no poet can do justice.
Any readers who enjoy this poem might also enjoy 'On Hampstead Heath' which is also on the blog.
WHERE THE PASSWORD IS PEACE
Copyright R. N. Taber 2012
[Note: This poem appears in Tracking the Torchbearer by R N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2012.]
A reader has emailed to ask if I will post some poems that are included in my collections, but not on the blog. Apparently, he likes to copy the poems and email them to 'an elderly relative who loves poetry but is 'only ok'ish with very basic IT, sufficiently to be able to open emails anyway.'
Meanwhile...
I included this poems in my collection with a place in mind that always fills me with a sense of peace. Before I hit 70+ and developed mobility problems, I'd often walk to nearby Hampstead Heath, at any time of year; once there, I would , enjoy a panoramic view of London from the top of Parliament Hill before wandering back down to sit by the ponds, or roam the woodlands, listen to incredible birdsong and, yes, find peace in the beauty of it all. Oh, but it is sheer poetry, believe me; of the kind no poet can do justice.
Any readers who enjoy this poem might also enjoy 'On Hampstead Heath' which is also on the blog.
Hampstead Pond
Highgate Pond is a Nature Reserve on the Heath
WHERE THE PASSWORD IS PEACE
I
am the rose dripping pearls
on
a chamomile lawn stretching
across
fields and woodlands
where
trees tell tales wiser men
and
women than you or I
have
passed on since Creation
to
the world’s poets, painters
and
its music makers to re-create
in
a spirit of celebration
I
am the lame dove haunting
frantic
urban streets reaching out
for
a peace of mind as told
by
the world’s poets, painters
and
its music makers…
to
still the restless heart, restore
a
flagging faith in humanity
much
like the rose dripping pearls
on
a chamomile lawn
I
am not whom you took me for
when first
you tried to read my face,
unused
as you are to seeing clear,
mistaking an
iconic tablet of stone
for
a chamomile lawn stretching
beyond
parameters of time and space
where
the password is peace,
trees
are heard telling tales and roses
seen
dripping pearls
Look
around and within all you see
to
find me, who am called Beauty
[Note: This poem appears in Tracking the Torchbearer by R N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2012.]
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