Today’s
short poem is deceptively simplistic; it was written in 2004 and was first
published in my collection the following year. I say ‘deceptively’ because I
had to reach deep within myself to work out why I was feeling so incredibly
restless; at times dispirited, yet also optimistic, rather like someone
clutching at straws in a deceptively calm sea, unable to find the strength to
even try and swim… [How can I be sure
it is how I felt? The poem reminds
me.]
I suspect
most of not all of us have a sense, at some time or another, of being tossed
about on the eternal in-and-out, to-and-fro tides of time; it can be very
wearisome, to say the least.
Well, all
I can say is if we are but flotsam and jetsam in the Sea of Life, may it be
along the ever gay-friendly shores of love…
Okay, it wasn't the love affair of the century, but we were together long enough to remind us both there life, love (and sex) for the over 60's, and how LGBT history, too, has a delightful habit of repeating itself...at any age...if we let it.
AMONG TALES TOLD BY SEASHELLS
Okay, it wasn't the love affair of the century, but we were together long enough to remind us both there life, love (and sex) for the over 60's, and how LGBT history, too, has a delightful habit of repeating itself...at any age...if we let it.
AMONG TALES TOLD BY SEASHELLS
Love
hadn’t touched me
for many
years;
I had let myself drift freely
on a blue sea
of tears
I chanced
to find peace
(or did
it find me?)
searching for the likes of us
on that same blue sea
Gone, tears of loneliness
blue,
only the sky;
body (left all but spiritless)
body (left all but spiritless)
a light in the mind's eye
Ashore at last, for homing in
on the heart's outline
Copyright R. N. Taber 2005
[From: A Feeling for the Quickness of
Time by R. N. Taber,
Assembly Books, 2005; revised ed, in e-format in preparation.]
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