Reflections – Inspired by Cherish Blogfest 24,25,26 July 2015

Reflections

I already had a post in the #Cherished Blogfest .  But it has inspired me to keep going.  Reflections are part of our lives.  Both the reflections we see and the ones that take us on a journey inside with our inner eye.

 Reflections

Reflections
Enter our lives
Resplendent

And radiant

Shadowed

And

Shiny too.

How wondrous they are!

To be in them,

In concert with

The rhythm of them.

So much the better

Than

A captured image

Of photograph

Or screen –

Copyrighted, of course!

Ah, but

To be present

To them as they

Are to us.

To sniff the unconstructed air

To feel the feather-soft

Lakeside humus

Underfoot.

Foot of fowl

Of beast

And halting human

Like myself.

Soil soft

As the down

Of ducks drifting by,

Their low quacks

Alerting friends –

In a ducky dialect

Unbeknownst to me –

That

A human

Is here.

Reflections that

Still us 

Suspend us

And,

Holding us 

In a gasp and sigh

So deep

That it reverberates

Silently within.

And then

The reflection

Turns in and out

And about us.

We bow our inner selves

In reverence

Before the majesty

Grateful

And full,

Sated and

Brimming over

In a deeply felt

Knowledge of sorts.

Knowledge

That we too can

Reflect

And radiate

Like the scenes.

We reflect within and without,

In concert

With the reflecting

and resonance

Of the cathedral of creation

Around us:

In a refracting dewdrop,

A lake,

A beloved’s eyes;

All of them

Replete with splendour.
Simon C.J. Falk. 22 August 2015

 
  

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Bookshelves for a Blogfest

Hi, when inspired to write, I blog at Simon’s Still Stanza.  I have entered the Cherished Blogfest late. But, will make an effort just the same.  Since I was a young fellow I have loved poetry. Classics, epics, ladies and gents, Dickinson on death, to Wordsworth’s daffodils.  It matters not. From polished free verse to new additions in the Saturday newspaper.  I have found something in them all. My blog is about sharing poems with others.  I also love books. They are the cherished objects that I have chosen for the Blogfest blog. PS: I’ve actually entered the Cherished Blogfest a month early. Those reading this still have time to sign up.

Bookshelves

I have them in the office,

All snug in the corner nook,

For nothing’s better when you’re working

Than to sit down with a book!

I work at the computer

While I sit at desk and chair,

But the inspiration gets the better,

and the verses sneak in there!

I have them in the lounge room,

Not far from the TV,

As I sit in the recliner chair

and read them with much glee.

I have them in my bedroom,

where they are not far from bed,

For, is anything better than reading,

to prepare a restful head?

I take books when I’m travelling,

Both as electronic and in print,

I hate to dog-ear page corners

and like to keep their condition mint.

I miss them when I’ve loaned them,

and can’t wait to see them back,

I hate to see loose pages,

or find a binding crack.

Where would we be without them?

Books are our written friends,

When other folks forget us,

They are still standing on their ends.

So cherish all your bookshelves,

for the treasure they hold therein,

They fire our imagination,

and all the dreams within.

Simon C.J. Falk 27 June 2015 late!

Road Away from WordPress

Road Away from WordPress

I have been away for some time.  Away from both poetry and WordPress.  Returning to poetry is challenging. Getting back into the flow takes some time and effort.  The other challenge is to reach that centred place within where the creative integration of image, mood and words meet and mingle. Put more bluntly, I’m out of touch. But, there is a stirring, and the poem here responds to just that.

Road Away from WordPress

I went along another road,
It seemed so far away;
A busy road, a crowded road,
That filled full each new day.

A day full of opportunities,
Schedules, people and plenty of contact;
And stacked with inner urgencies,
All to which I would react.

There wasn’t much time for WordPress,
For poems and lovely things;
For all the spontaneity
Of outdoors with birds and swings.

When urgings weren’t outside
They raged and burned within;
The focus one gives to writing
Just didn’t enter in.

At times I truly missed it,
That delight of being lost in verse;
Instead I’d drive myself along
In an urgent, occupied curse.

And curse it was, I am sure,
For it drained away my soul;
Now I regather in blogs and things,
To make the broken whole.

So now, as write this,
Three poems are emerging, no less;
For once you go to release the flow,
It opens up the press.

I’m glad I’m back at writing,
And can join the bloggers’ road;
It is so good to return,
For light is its true load.

Simon C.J. Falk 1 September 2014