Coming Of Age

Coming Of Age

When an infant small

I could not feed

Myself at all.

My food came from

Your hand.

Now

In brokenness

Of a fall

To our distress

You are fed

But from my hand.

In this maturing of

Coming of age

We are both nourished

For a different stage.

Simon C.J. Falk 19 July 2019

Beautiful Lines Upon A Face

Beautiful Lines Upon A Face



Beautiful lines upon a face,

Adorn its features with particular grace,

Many a story or experience I spy,

Hidden beneath an expression wry.

As my age moved up the years,

Something in my perception appears

To change its sense of what appeals,

As newer forms of enticement reveals,

A glory not previously known.

Now a natural beauty is shown,

From that sparkle deep within,

Displayed upon their full-face grin.

Simon C.J. Falk 22 June 2017

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I Saw a Grey Nomad

I Saw a Grey Nomad

This cheeky little piece plays with the notion of ‘grey nomads’ and the irony of finding one who is brown!  It plays with our quest to keep on looking younger than we are and of not taking our appearance too seriously.

I Saw a Grey Nomad

I saw a grey nomad in a brown rinse

Not many sleeps had passed

Since she had been seated

Not in the campervan

But in a hairdresser’s chair

With colourful conversation

And now

With colourful hair!

Hair with constructed youthfulness

Telling a different tale

To the face there beneath it

Shaded somewhat more pale.

May their adventures on the highway

Be colourful too.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 20 June 2016

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