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    Blind-sight
    Blind-sight
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    Blind-sight

    By Roy Tabor

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    A selection of poems on the theme of love and other life thoughts. They span the years of courtship, marriage and bereavement – young love, companionship and love enduring after death.

    Poetry should be spoken aloud and is best shared with others. These poems have been written with this intention in mind. The “Symphonic Voices” poems are arranged for presentation by two voices.

    This selection includes “The Blue Spot”, an imaginative approach to the journey of the space-craft Voyager, launched by NASA in 1977, and following its epic passage through the solar system and on to outer space.

    “Our solitary life sends human love
    Out into the cosmic night”.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateJul 7, 2015
    ISBN9781326345150
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      Blind-sight - Roy Tabor

      Blind-sight

      Blind-sight

      Poems

      by

      Roy Tabor

      Copyright

      Copyright © Roy Tabor 2015

      eBook Design by Rossendale Books: www.rossendalebooks.co.uk

      eBook ISBN: 978-1-326-34515-0

      All rights reserved, Copyright under Berne Copyright Convention and Pan American Convention. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of the author. The author’s moral rights have been asserted.

      A Dedication

      These poems are dedicated to Margaret.

      A life-time of love and caring

      CONTENTS

      Reading poetry

      Blind-sight

      Pathway to light

      Reflections

      November Rain

      Portrait of an older woman

      Coming

      The Racing Mind

      The Windmill

      A Curtained window

      The Return

      Coming of age

      Before time

      Golden leaves

      New morning

      Hammered thoughts

      The Race

      Thinking thoughts

      Observations on a church spire

      Winter birth

      The Whirligig of time

      Beginning  (First Cause)

      Beginning and ending  (The shards of memory)

      Ending

      Death into life

      Ragdoll

      Do you believe in magic?

      The physics of creation

      Symbols and beliefs

      Revelations

      Marching for the cause

      Pastoral

      The sound of moonlight

      The Love I lived

      Stellar Flowers

      Love is the air

      The Sonnet

      An old song

      A blossom fell

      I saw a light where blossom fell,

      Remembered Sound

      The pensive mind

      Wind of love

      Morning

      Dream eyes I loved

      Moonlit ocean

      Softly dreams the night

      Evening thoughts

      Enraptured

      Evening wine

      January Promise

      My Love

      Fragments

      Forgiven

      The Sound of love

      Love enduring

      Love’s Labyrinth

      Death is tomorrow

      Departure

      Take my hand

      Alone

      Beyond the grave

      (Message to Margaret)

      Death and Remembrance

      Johnny died

      Ebola, the twisted threads of death

      Remembrance

      Remembrance of war

      Remembrance Day

      Men don’t cry, they sing (Aberfan 1966)

      Four horsemen

      Revolution

      The Execution

      Music and Art

      On hearing The Tales of Hoffman

      On seeing A Streetcar named Desire

      On seeing Rodin’s Prodigal Son

      Gypsy dance

      Forensic

      Word music

      Overture

      Cremona magic

      Last Notes  (The Bugle)

      The Blue spot

      Symphonic Voices

      Moonlight duet

      A Wise fool

      A Meeting of Words

      Where love lies hidden

      Come away

      Chimney-sweepers come to dust

      A Pedlar man

      The Cauldron

      The Wanderer

      INDEX:   (Titles and First lines)

      Reading poetry

      Poetry gains impact when it is spoken aloud. The physical and sensual nature of the words of a poem can be best appreciated when they are spoken aloud in performance.

      Performing a poem, even to a single person (or the dog!) requires personal interpretation. The act of performance increases the sensibility to the sound of the words, their rhythms and meaning (Berry).

      The arrangement of the text in these poems indicates how the words may be spoken. The listener(s) should be involved by speaking directly to them and by combining voice, face, body and hands to convey your interpretation.

      Blind-sight

      There is no sun to dazzle in a blind man’s eye,

      No mirage of a distant sea,

      No rainbow promise in the sky –

      The lightning crack, black warning into rain,

      And into silent sadness shines again.

      A silent path that echoes to the tapping feet,

      The sweeping stem to guide,

      A hearing ear beside.

      Into what darkness moves the sun if not within the eye?

      The sight of happiness begun with laughter on the lips.

      The sight of sadness shared with touching hands.

      Without the eye the sun is warm,

      The whispering air brings new-mown grass

      and honeysuckle vines that tremble with the buzz of bees

      and scatter summer as I pass.

      Within the eye, the sun is blind,

      But all is pictured in my mind.

      Pathway to light

      Lift the lamp a little higher

      that I may see the path

      that trembles in the shadows cast.

      A narrow lane no wider than my feet,

      A winding way that stumbles side to side,

      A tunnel of direction

      where, outside, monsters hide.

      Shine there to mark my way,

      Each step leads out of night,

      My journey into day.

      Reflections

      November Rain

      I found November in a Midas grove,

      With rain-scattered heaps of treasure trove.

      I found the long-remembered gold foiled strand,

      And the woven dreams of Samarkand.

      The destiny of movement drew me through

      the showered gold,

      And bartered for my eyes

      a loveliness unsold.

      The virgin sophistry that gathers inarticulate,

      That flatters or rebuffs the wanton mood,

      So tensed me then,

      I felt, immeasurably,

      the darkened hope

      And the re-assurance of a Gethsemane.

      If we are the desires of a Goldsmith’s hand,

      Or from some larger works the wasted sand,

      Still is the element the same,

      And even, and in fact, the name.

      So long remembered is the dream

      That wove the early threads of destined lore,

      That only fancies half remain

      Like wrecks along a golden shore,

      Pilfered and picked for gain.

      Did you weep then, sad November sky,

      Upon your scattered treasures here?

      Did you for your losses cry,

      Or have you now distilled an elixir into our staler air

      To breathe a sweeter atmosphere?

      Long lost upon the golden journey,

      Is my hope in vain to walk with pilgrims once again,

      And find my happiness in russet woods

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