"High Desert Jack Rabbit" by Charles Wallis‘Taking a Gambol’ and Other Poetry by David Watt The Society June 13, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 5 Comments Taking a Gambol A rabbit’s life’s a gambol, A fortunate existence; Giving time enough to spare For frolics in the bramble, Bunny-hops from here to there, Some chewing for subsistence. But in dreary contrast we Refuse to twitch our noses At sweet treasures given free – The perfume of Life’s roses. Instead we meekly nibble On horizons dull and brown; While rabbits, without quibble, Savour sunbeams, thistledown. Teasing the Best from Life In our early days of marriage, with innocence and care, I asked a simple question, “Will your love be always there?” The answer unexpected, somehow set my mind at ease; For I knew love’s glow reflected in sparkle of her tease. “That’s dependent on the whether (not elements from sky), As weeks turn into decades in the blinking of an eye, As hopes and dreams develop, whether better, whether worse; I prefer to keep you guessing – love’s ocean runs perverse!” Respecting words well-chosen, Time ran rapid, ebbed away, Across sands born of circumstance, reshaping every day; Until we faced the challenge of cancer representing Test of faith enormous, cruel in manner, unrelenting. Remembering her answer to my question long ago, I posed another question before final tide should flow. In search of spirit teasing, still persisting through the pain, I asked “Must I keep guessing, ever more and once again?” The answer spoken lucid from that cold, unfeeling bed, Stirred embers love remembered, even though the fire had fled, And brought a smile unlikely to my face inured to grief, Though it may seem contradictory or defiant of belief. “I prefer to keep you guessing.” Those were the words she said, As teardrops followed creases either side of her sweet head; And I glimpsed a fleeting twinkle within her weary eyes As search for breath caused flutter to belaboured, heavy sighs. Although I much despised it – the diminishing of light, I determined by her struggle that the time to leave was right; For the best lay far behind her, and so it felt for me, Held within shared memories, precious moments meant to be. If proof were ever needed of life’s victory in defeat, It resides within the comfort of phrases we repeat. At critical transitions gentle tease charts forward way, Providing Pain and Doubt the winds required to sail away. David Watt is a writer from Canberra, the “Bush Capital” of Australia. He has contributed regularly to Collections of Poetry and Prose by Robin Barratt. When not working for IP (Intellectual Property) Australia, he finds time to appreciate the intrinsic beauty of traditional rhyming poetry. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 5 Responses Jennifer June 13, 2017 These are lovely and Teasing the Best from Life is both affirming and heartbreaking at once. Beautifully done, David. Reply David Watt June 13, 2017 Thank you Jennifer for your kind words. Although Life can be heartbreaking, our attitude in affirming its beauty remains a matter of choice. Reply William Ruleman June 17, 2017 I concur with Jennifer–absolutely. I like the playful grace and sentiment of “Taking a Gambol,” but it does not prepare me for the more intricate profundity of the second piece, which begins, as Frost says a good poem does, “in delight and ends in wisdom.” For me the tone of this poem is highly reminiscent of Hardy, whom the early Auden emulated, not wanting too perfect a practitioner of meter to have to pit himself against. The effect in so much of Hardy’s verse, as in this one, is to bump us along on a frolicsome carriage ride until the shock comes, followed by, to refer to Auden again, “the healing fountains” that flow at the end, in spite of the horrendous pain. –William Ruleman Reply David Watt June 17, 2017 Thank you William for your generous and always informative comments. Auden is a favorite of mine among others including Hardy. I try always to impart a positive message, even if the the subject matter focuses on the trials of life. Reply William Ruleman June 18, 2017 And thank you too, David, for your affirmative vision. Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.