Scribbles in the Margins

Scribbles in the Margins

 

Scribbles,

In the margins

Of our lives.

Moments,

To minute

Impressions,

Mementos,

Between

Our strives.

Jottings,

Of gibberish,

In poetry or prose.

How we fit them in

Only creativity

Knows.

For life,

And creativity,

Cannot be stopped.

Its tubers and runners

May well be lopped,

But spring out again,

In another way,

Shooting from our soul

On any given day.

No matter how busy,

Betwixt,

Or between,

Our creative lives

Will enter a scene,

And stage themselves

Down corridors of our day.

I give thanks for those moments.

They illumine my way.

 

Simon C.J Falk 11 March 2017

 

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Another Day We Greet

Another Day We Greet

 

Another day we greet,

Shake off the sleep,

And arise

Upon our feet,

To where

The day may go.

Planned to a degree,

And altered in course,

In what ways?

We are yet to know.

But

Begin we do.

We breathe in

the air,

and soak up

the sun’s rays,

warmed within.

What calls

The birds make

Upon our ear,

We can barely

Hear, amidst

The shssssh

Of the shower.

But call they do,

Sounding through,

Calling us,

To be

Present.

Now.

Before later schedules

Are due.

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk 11 March 2017

 

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