Returning Themes – A Pingback Pair

Some recent events and discussions have taken me back to some of poems or yore.

One is about discovering, finding, uncovering, our voice – Finding Your Voice.

The others are about those feeling on the edge, alone, in a physical or personal isolation or separation –  Out On The Pier and The Great Alone.

Don’t get too lost in them.  Best read some happy ones afterward.


La famille Belier

La famille Belier

Yesterday I saw this film called La famille Belier.  It was very moving and a trailer can be viewed on youtube.  The soundtrack also has a bright vivaciousness about it too. 


La famille Belier

The sight:

Of the countryside

Of Normandy,

Of signing

Between persons,

Flailing arms

In arcs and swings,




And decoding





The ‘sex life’

Of a couple.

Visual laughs,


Come the tears.


The sound:

Of lowing cows,

Honking horns,

Of silence,

Of inaudible groans

Of exasperation,

Of piano keys

In syncopated rhythm,


The intensity

Narrated before us.


The sound:

Of a voice,

First feeble,



Its fissure to freedom,


Out and out,

And flies,

From the back

Of a room to:


To Paris,

To us.

We hear

Its sound,

And its delicate

And unravelling



The love:

Of musician for music,

Of a family,

Of friendship,

Of the melody

That flows

And circles

And gathers

Into its rhythm

The narrative

On the screen,

And plays

A meaningful resonance

On the strings

Of our hearts.




Simon C.J. Falk   15 January 2016


Finding your Voice

It is a delight to see writers finding their voice and then publishing that one, wild and beautiful voice.  The free verse that follows is dedicated to those just finding their voice and publishing now.

Finding your Voice

Our first sounds,

Those goos and gaas,

Enthral our dear ones

As they begin

The journey with us

Into the labyrinth of language.

In time

The tone,

the timbre,

and tenor,

of our own voice

will form

uniquely in each of us.

People will recognise us

By the sound

Of our one unique voice.


Seek to draw from the stream

Of their voice

Beneath their voice.

To dig and draw deeply

Into the well of themselves

Finding the expression

That is their source

Of refreshing our language.

They find a voice

That may be spoken


As if

Opening an inner ear,

They resonate

In recesses,


Into our hearts, minds and souls.


As we listen,

We are enthralled

Like those parents of little ones

As the sound

Of another voice

Drums on our inner ear

And we stop

And savour

Its tremoring vibration

Feeling deeply

Smiling within

Celebrating in our soul

That another voice rises

Into the fresh air.



Simon C.J Falk 11 April 2014

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