I Couldn’t Go to Jerusalem or Good Friday

I Couldn’t Go to Jerusalem or Good Friday

For Christians, Good Friday is a day to remember a life lived, and given away for others, even in suffering. This is for those who want to remember, but are not able to join others in Churches.

I couldn’t go to Jerusalem –

My mother-in-law just

Died

And we are mourning as

Burial is prepared.

 

I couldn’t go to Good Friday –

I’m a nurse

But

I saw the arms of the cross

In the open arms

Of a man

Reaching from the chair

As I moved him

To his bed.

 

I couldn’t go to Good Friday –

I’m at Lifeline

Taking calls

But

I heard the cry

“My God, why have you abandoned me!”

In the tone of a caller

Still reeling from abuse

By one once trusted.

 

I couldn’t go to Good Friday –

I’m old and

My days of driving

Are in the yesterdays of my life.

Family staying here

Won’t take me to Church

It means nothing to them

I wait in the

Tomb of my gloom

Longing to be

Raised to a new life.

 

They couldn’t go to Good Friday –

But we bring them there

If we go

And hold them there in prayer.

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk 19 April 2019

 

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A Last Time

Leaving and moving means goodbyes. This is an oft repeated scene.

 

A Last Time

A last moment

A last reverie

Sharing the trivial

Warmly.

Saying little

Yet, saying much

Sharing outwardly

Such and such.

Almost gruff

Instructions to part

Do we ever learn the art?

Of goodbyes

In this place.

Last look

Upon that face

Last firm and desperate

Embrace.

Now the memories

Leave a trace

Inscribed on the heart

In a special place.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 24 December 2017

Moving Among Mixed Metaphors

Moving Among Mixed Metaphors

 

He sauntered in like

An unmade bed,

All bent and

Bedraggled about the shoulders and

Neck leaned over.

His days

All yellowed and dog-eared

Like a long loved –

Or unloved –

Book,

Spent,

And rent

In its spine

From the strain

Of bearing the pain.

His musing,

Among the mixed metaphors,

A metaphor itself,

Of days dotted

With random unconnected

Debris.

The remaining pages,

expectant

with the longing

to be

free.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 25 October 2017.

 

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Bonsai Verse

Image: Wikipedia

 

Bonsai Verse

 

Bonsai verse

Sprouting forth

From buds and shoots of words

Of course!

 

Following an image out on a limb, chasing it as if upon a whim

Looking for wire to support

This metaphor of great import.

 

At once its clipped

Tight and

Spare

Occupying little air

Space, upon the whitened page

Or sounds within our audio range.

 

Bonsai verse

Rigid and contrived

How will the tree live?

Will it thrive?

If cut and prune and bend and chop

Upon its expression we do lop.

 

Bonsai verse

Your shoots renew

Let us leave a space for few

To assert the inner plant

Not just our structure, but permit nature grant.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 21 September 2017

 

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Empty Well

Empty Well

Empty,

drained.

There are

no words,

to acclaim,

proclaim,

or frame,

any sentence,

or the

reality here.

The beauteous

now barren.

The flourishing

now flat.

We are

bludgeoned

by the banal business

of the functional,

instrumental,

and administrative.

The inspiration has

been.

Gone.

No words appear

upon

the whitened expanse

of the page,

or life.

Empty

the well is

not.

The river has

run

dry.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 1 June 2017

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In My Hand – #WATWB

It seemed fitting to include a copy actually written in my hand.

 

In My Hand

 

In my hand,

I have a choice.

By my hand,

I can express a voice.

With my hand,

I might strike out in hate.

I can hold back my hand,

And sit to wait.

With fisted hand,

I can pound a blow.

With an open palm,

Myself I show.

With tumbling fingers,

I might tap a rant or rave.

With a lighter touch,

Some grief I may save.

As friend or foe,

I decide to take a stand.

To offer peace,

And stretch out my hand.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 25 March 2017

 

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Maximum White Space

Maximum White Space

This very brief poem is a kind of ‘spare verse’.  It uses an economy of words to play between the spaces of the page and the poem. The silence of the ‘white space’, as it were, is to give a frame or container for the poem.  Compare with Which Space?