Some people continue to see gay men
and women as weeds in the Garden of Life. Naturally, I beg to differ, and might
add that I would have done so even were I not a gay man.
One reason I write poetry is because
I have a passionate affinity with an increasingly rare humanity that does not
discriminate against its own, despite some societies earnestly paying lip
service to equality for the sake of appearances (and votes).
G-A-Y, AMONG FLOWERS
Like flowers, their
petals shut,
lives of so many men
and women
for whom our world cares not
Like flowers, fair buds asleep
new friends we're getting to know,
good times to have and keep
Like flowers dawn waits to kiss
(Fairy tale images in
sweet dreams)
for a season they
dare not miss
Like flowers, fine
petals open up
(Earth Mother sharing
out due credit)
to drink of a heaven’s
loving cup
Like bulbs failing
all expectation,
we, too, may yet be expected
to carry
the weepy stigma of
rejection
Like flowers, reaching
for the sky,
come sun or rain, our
seasons passing,
we’ll yet lift our heads
held high
Copyright R. N. Taber 2007, 2012
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