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Today's poem first appeared on the blog in 2013.
A reader asks if I have found a publisher for my next volume of poems, especially given that I have had to self-publish in the past because no publishers wanted the gay input. Well,no, I haven't, but am not really looking at the moment, as I still have not made up my mind whether or not to just self-publish a few hundred volumes and put the collection on-line at a later date. The same reader asks, "Why bother as your poems are on the blogs anyway?" While not apprehensive about the possibility of dying (it has to happen sometime, after all) I have to be pragmatic about life expectancy given that I will be 75 later this year and have been living with prostate cancer, along with other health issues, since 2011. I doubt whether Google will keep my blogs for long after my demise, and I want people to be able to continue accessing my poems. Should the Grim Reaper come calling before I am ready, a close friend has said he will see to it that my poetry collections go online.
Meanwhile ...
Stars, all eyes on our 'betters'
Darkness, mind over matter;
Sleep, rescue from human freefall
Today's poem first appeared on the blog in 2013.
A reader asks if I have found a publisher for my next volume of poems, especially given that I have had to self-publish in the past because no publishers wanted the gay input. Well,no, I haven't, but am not really looking at the moment, as I still have not made up my mind whether or not to just self-publish a few hundred volumes and put the collection on-line at a later date. The same reader asks, "Why bother as your poems are on the blogs anyway?" While not apprehensive about the possibility of dying (it has to happen sometime, after all) I have to be pragmatic about life expectancy given that I will be 75 later this year and have been living with prostate cancer, along with other health issues, since 2011. I doubt whether Google will keep my blogs for long after my demise, and I want people to be able to continue accessing my poems. Should the Grim Reaper come calling before I am ready, a close friend has said he will see to it that my poetry collections go online.
Meanwhile ...
Life is
frequently inclined to behave like a rush hour commuter, shoving us this way
and that until we are confused, angry, despairing to the point of giving up the
daily struggle to survive on the best terms available to us; especially true
for many if not most of us, I suspect, as we continue to do battle with mixed
social and personal circumstances imposed as a direct consequence of Covid-19.
We may
well seek some respite with nature. Indeed, and why not? For it is
nature’s way more often than not to offer peace of mind, comfort, reassurance
and hope as well as putting everyday human crises in perspective.
Ah, but
neither does nature shirk from putting us mortals in our place any more than we
mortals, each other.
NATURE
AND HUMAN NATURE, A COLLAGE
Dogma,
missiles homing in
on the
most vulnerable
Heavens,
healing wounds,
all God
pundits divided
By dawn,
subtle birdsong
calling
out for a kinder world
Clouds,
weary foot soldiers
haunting
political stirrers
High
noon, tears of the sun
(for all
humanity's prejudices)
Dead
leaves, Earth Mother
close to
giving up on us all?
Twilight,
wrapping-up time
if only
to hide humanity's mess
Sunsets,
Apollo’s blushes
(for
humanity's mistakes?)
Stars, all eyes on our 'betters'
ever
negotiating new moral highs
Darkness, mind over matter;
(pause-for-thought
heroics)
Sleep, rescue from human freefall
(if only
a temporary measure)
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2007; 2020
[Note: An
earlier version of this poem appears in Accomplices To Illusion by
R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007]
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