http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._N._Taber
Someone once asked me why people hold grudges. From personal experience, I would say it is because many would rather suffer in silence than risk … what? Being made to look, foolish or small-minded for one thing, proven wrong for another; the possibilities are endless and invariably negative.
So, what of the positives like clearing the air, preventing estrangement, staying friends … - a shorter list, perhaps, but far more important, surely, to achieve the better result?
I
have said before and will almost certainly say again, in the course of a post-poem, how fortunate, indeed, are those with families and friends willing to
talk any differences through and agree to differ rather than burn
good bridges. (Let’s face it, none of us are perfect, most of us far
from it.)
Whoever emerges winner of the U.S. presidential election, it is clear that America is a very divided country' we can but hope that Democrats and Republicans will start talking to rather than at each other and find common ground in healing rather than deepening its divisions. (Not, as a rule, the nature of world politics perhaps, but in everyone's interests,surely, not least its own?)
NO COMMENT or SILENT WITNESS
I
love festive occasions,
am
invariably at the centre of things,
places
all but brimming over
with
joy, enthusiasm, peace, love,
and
no reason to suspect
such
goodwill cannot last for years
(or
hours, at least);
everyone
made welcome who’s at mine
for
the feast
Made
only too often aware
of
flaws in human nature by tête-à-tête
leaving
nothing to imagination,
I
can’t help but overhear, left wondering
what
on earth is going on
between
mother and daughter, father
and
son, brother and sister,
as best
friend to another, and how on earth
will
it all end?
Although
I rarely chance to see
beyond
my surrounds, I’m of two minds
whether
or not I really care;
all
human life is here, and I no judge, juror
nor
executioner, if tempted
(frequently)
to bang heads together, make
people
see the hurt they cause
by
taking in third party rumour as and when
they
choose
Me, I’m
but a table, no say in, just looking on
at what passes for civilisation
Copyright R. N. Taber
(Nov. 5th, 2020)
[Note: his post-poem appears on both poetry blogs today as requested by reader A. J.]
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