Lost Soles?

Vincent Van Gogh did a number of studies on work shoes. He saw the meaning and story behind them.  Even the philosophers, such as Martin Heidegger, would write about it.

This frivolous verse seems light and vague at first. Beyond the humour is more. 

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Lost Soles?

 

Dropped

Discarded or

Lost.

Lost soles

Looking and

Longing

Lingering.

Oh the hide

Of separation!

Past postured parable

Perhaps?

Of the lost soul

Who lost them.

Booty of the bereft

Isolated

In lack

For a place

To pace

Where soles

And souls

May roam free.

 

Simon C.J Falk  27 April 2020

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Subway Subversion

Today I read another great post on The Bookshelf of Emily J about a book written on a railway metaphor. My Dad was a Station Master, and, as it is his anniversary of death today, it is quite poignant that this post should appear in response to Emily’s post.



Subway Subversion



All aboard!

Off it goes,

The train to where?

Who knows?

Following a subway

Beneath what purports,

To be real,

What other meaning

Does this passage reveal?

A carriage of justice?

A cargo of hope?

To give desperate families,

While they struggle to cope.

To keep on the rails,

Amidst wagons of woes,

To follow the trajectory, 

While not knowing

Where it goes.

Classes and people,

Cultures and races,

Stratified occupations,

Many coloured faces.

All seeking a transit,

To a station that is true,

That honours me as me,

And lets you

Be you.

May people oppressed

Find a passage that is free,

No matter their difference

Grant them liberty.
Simon C.J. Falk 3 March 2017

#Bridge Over a Brackish Pool – Two

Bridge Over a Brackish Pool – Two

See also Bridge Over a Brackish Pool – One

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Bridge Over a Brackish Pool – Two

 

A Second Glance

 

Bridge

over a brackish pool

we look upon you

again.

What delights also

hide within?

Among the rotting

litter and

fetid fungal growth

emerges

new life.

From growing pains

of boyhood

bounce

the adolescent

footy star.

From teenage

trials

she pursues

promising years

of medicine.

Warm stirrings

germinate

dreams within.

A magnetic

u

n

d

e

r

current

draws me to you

and, maybe,

you to me.

Bridge

over a brackish pool

life springs

from recesses

in your depths

and rise

to reflect

the sun

to us.

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk 7 January 2017

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Bridge Over a Brackish Pool – One

Bridge Over a Brackish Pool – One

See also Bridge Over a Brackish Pool – Two

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Bridge Over a Brackish Pool – One

The First Glance

Bridge

over a brackish pool

What lies beneath

the image reflected

to our eyes?

What denizens of the deep

lurk

and smirk

at

our perceived quiet?

The face

we wear

and share

with all

and sundry

is a bridge

over the brackish pool

of

our soul.

Whole hours,

days,

even weeks

make that face

mis-trace

what beckons

b

e

l

o

w.

Only we –

and darkly –

might we know

the seething serpents

swirling ‘neath.

The hot

Passionate rage.

The chillingly cold

anger.

The lukewarm

passive

‘waiting-for-you-to-shut-up’.

The wild,

lusty love,

long lingering,

and coursing

through

the veins.

The trembling fear,

quaking out of us,

as perspiration

exudes and beads

a fine film over

the panic within.

Bridge over a brackish pool,

Reveal your secrets.

 

Simon C.J. Falk Commenced 3 January 2017

 

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