Pink in the Frame OR L-O-V-E, where Life forces Come in all Colours

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Some readers may be interested in the latest video (Salisbury Cathedral) that my close friend Graham has beautifully shot for YouTube and for which I have written and read a new poem.  

Although I do not subscribe to any religion, it doesn’t mean I have any less love for the architecture of many religious edifices; for much of religious music, too, even if I cannot relate the words of hymns and other songs of praise. 

An eye and feeling for beauty are unconditional, surely? 

Nature offers a sense of spirituality with no strings attached; the same cannot be said for religion.  As for God, who's to say God and nature are not one and the same? me, I cannot believe in a personified God, yet I see nature as a metaphor for a force for good that has to come close, surely? I count myself as neither atheist nor agnostic, just a poet who also happens to be gay, and others are free to make of that what they will. 

If interested, you can access video and poem at my YouTube channel:

http://www.youtube.com/rogerNtaber

as well as my general blog today:

http://rogertab.blogspot.com/

Meanwhile...

This poem has not appeared on the blog since 2010, and I am repeating it today especially for ‘Marie’ and her partner ‘Aileen’ who contacted me a while ago to say they ‘really like it’.  I always love to hear from readers so thanks for that. Regular readers will know that the reason I don’t post comments is that it is, after all, a poetry blog, and I feel they can distract from the poem. Even so, anyone is free to contact me about anything at my email address, which is why I included it in the blog’s Introduction.

This the poem is one of many in which I try to convey something of an enduring sense of spirituality that nature has always given me since early childhood and for which I have looked for but never found in religion. 

PINK, IN THE FRAME or L-O-V-E, WHERE LIFE FORCES COME IN ALL COLOURS

Yellow, like bright sunshine on spring flowers;

such is the colour of love

Green, like summer leaves dancing on a breeze;

such is the colour of love

Sometimes turning a reddish gold, growing old;

such is the colour of love

Sometimes gone grey, like our ashes in a hearth;

such is the colour of love

White, like virgin snow on nature’s fine promises;

such is the colour of love

Pink, like dawn’s gay chorus or sunset’s shy blush;

such, too, is the colour of love

[From: Accomplices To Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007]