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Today's poem first appeared on my general poetry blog in 2010. A reader, Marc, who admits "I don't visit your other poetry blog often enough, especially as your poems and comments there are often support of gay people worldwide. Yesterday, I did, and discovered 'Autobiography of a Light Bulb'.Do put this on the gay blog please, I loved it, and am sure my gay brothers and sisters around the world will too." Well, many thanks for that, Martin. Hopefully, more gay readers will enjoy the poem. [It is always hard to choose which poems to publish on which blogs; a poem is a poem is a poem just as a person is a person is a person ... but it would be pretty boring for readers if I put the same poem of both blogs all the time, yeah?]
Now,people often tell me they have a feeling for poetry and would love to write a poem but never seem to find inspiration. Well, look around you. As I have often said, you can write a poem on just about anything, I have written poems about tables, chairs, even puddles...
A reader once challenged me on this.He contacted me to suggest I could not write a poem about a light bulb.
Never let it be said I’d duck such a challenge.
Too many of us, I suspect, remain in the dark about so many things, including ourselves, but it is never too late to switch on, and take a good look; thereby lies the path to discernment and understanding...of ourselves, others too.We may be a diverse human race, but no one person in or facet of it has a monopoly on the human spirit; it is common to us all if less common is how, when or whether we ever choose to acknowledge and address it.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A LIGHT BULB
I have coloured the cheeks of a child
at a birthday party
I have seen quarrels turn into beatings
and draw blood
I have watched over students yawning
for trying to concentrate
I have watched over meetings ringing
with raised voices
I have followed the progress of lovers
with delight
I am privy to secrets a journalist would
die for
I have been amused by such melodrama
as politicians love to stage
I have been moved by a significant few
brokering for peace
I become incensed by folks playing safe
for a quiet life
I despair of clerics reworking scriptures
to exonerate themselves
I empathise with poets transcending light
to justify darkness
Yet, party as I am to the whole sorry mess,
at least I can switch off
Copyright R. N. Taber 2010
Today's poem first appeared on my general poetry blog in 2010. A reader, Marc, who admits "I don't visit your other poetry blog often enough, especially as your poems and comments there are often support of gay people worldwide. Yesterday, I did, and discovered 'Autobiography of a Light Bulb'.Do put this on the gay blog please, I loved it, and am sure my gay brothers and sisters around the world will too." Well, many thanks for that, Martin. Hopefully, more gay readers will enjoy the poem. [It is always hard to choose which poems to publish on which blogs; a poem is a poem is a poem just as a person is a person is a person ... but it would be pretty boring for readers if I put the same poem of both blogs all the time, yeah?]
Now,people often tell me they have a feeling for poetry and would love to write a poem but never seem to find inspiration. Well, look around you. As I have often said, you can write a poem on just about anything, I have written poems about tables, chairs, even puddles...
A reader once challenged me on this.He contacted me to suggest I could not write a poem about a light bulb.
Never let it be said I’d duck such a challenge.
Too many of us, I suspect, remain in the dark about so many things, including ourselves, but it is never too late to switch on, and take a good look; thereby lies the path to discernment and understanding...of ourselves, others too.We may be a diverse human race, but no one person in or facet of it has a monopoly on the human spirit; it is common to us all if less common is how, when or whether we ever choose to acknowledge and address it.
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I have coloured the cheeks of a child
at a birthday party
I have seen quarrels turn into beatings
and draw blood
I have watched over students yawning
for trying to concentrate
I have watched over meetings ringing
with raised voices
I have followed the progress of lovers
with delight
I am privy to secrets a journalist would
die for
I have been amused by such melodrama
as politicians love to stage
I have been moved by a significant few
brokering for peace
I become incensed by folks playing safe
for a quiet life
I despair of clerics reworking scriptures
to exonerate themselves
I empathise with poets transcending light
to justify darkness
Yet, party as I am to the whole sorry mess,
at least I can switch off
Copyright R. N. Taber 2010
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