http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._N._Taber
Hello again, everyone, from London UK. Many thanks for
dropping by, always much appreciated.
Still unwell here, but no coronavirus, just various medical
issues (and old age) having their wicked way with me, but I’m hoping to
complete another (general) poem soon, so… watch this space.
Q. How can I write poems when I feel unwell?
A. Because the effort required to motivate myself invariably
energises me to tap into the Spirit of Creativity which, in turn (for better or
worse) chases up mind-body-spirit for a poem.
Meanwhile…
A poem is a poem is a poem, whatever it has to say. Could that, I wonder, be why feedback suggests more gay readers read both blogs?
Now, apart from the availability of vaccines, good news in the course of a pandemic is hard to find, so I am more than happy to share some with you. A reader (gender unknown) has emailed to say that both partners were rejected by their respective families several years ago for being gay “because our religion does not allow it. “Since the pandemic,” the reader goes on to say that “Both families have expressed concern for our welfare and are suggesting a reconciliation They are even willing to ‘tolerate’ our living in sin.” We don’t see our love for each other as a sin nor do we like the idea of being tolerated, but miss our families. What do you think?
What I think is not important. What matters is what these two young people think. Since they miss their families, I suspect they would regret missing an opportunity to be reconciled.
As for being tolerated, everyone may well feel they are treading on eggshells for a while, but it is always good news when blood gets the better of bigotry, and we all thrive on good news, so, hopefully, this will pass. I would be inclined to see how reconciliation shapes up while not expecting too much too soon.
Whatever path his couple choose, I am sure any readers will join me in wishing them every happiness.
FOREVER or AN EXISTENTIAL TAKE ON CLOSE RELATIONSHIPS
I
had never felt worse
than
missing someone so close to my heart,
who
had passed away,
without
my even being there to hold a hand
or
say things left unsaid
over
years of sharing such bad times as may
have
cast long shadows
but
for our finding ways to reconcile with every one
each
to its own, and in its turn
There
seemed no need
to
put our feelings into words, content to let
our
hearts speak for us;
yet,
don’t actions speak louder than words
and
didn’t we two
have
the rest of our lives to prove just that?
Death,
though, had a whim
to
so impose itself on our conjoined personal space
as
to have me spit in its face
Anger,
pain, expressions
of
grief the heart knows but too well, the more
for
such happy memories
as
only love can invoke, and invoke, it will,
nurturing
the same seeds
that
saw it grow in us re-engage in the process
of
(still) taking their cue
from
the kinder shades of nature and human nature
in
some existential ‘Forever’
Where
the Gates of Eternity open on love’s poetry,
none
are refused entry for their sexuality
Copyright R. N. Taber, 2021
[Note:
This post-poem appears on both poetry blogs today.]
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