Into Denial

img_0037

Into Denial

 

Denial

No, it’s not

It didn’t

Happen

You were here

Now

Denial 

you are not 

not denial

You were robust

Always strong

Our light

Joking

Denial

With you we were

Safe and then

Fading

Denial

You seemed

Distant

Denial

I’m not here now

And you’re not there

Not

There

Not…..

A memory left of you

But we remember

Always

Always, we remember.

 

Simon C.J. Falk     28 July 2020

 

=============================================

You might like to follow #WATWB

img_0683

Zoom Crashed Opera: A Video Cacophony

 

 

SocialComms.png

Zoom Crashed Opera: A Video Cacophony

 

Zoom

Though the schedule

I’ve been meaning to raise

Acrobat

Up your nostrils

I have audio issues

I can see

They went over

A vacuum goes vvvrrrooooommmm

To Microsoft Teams

Towel clad partner does

The walk of wife by

FaceTime

WhatsApp dude!

End Meeting!

Webex! Webex! Webex!

How about the skype

Share

Goto meeting!

Can you share screen?

What do you mean?

Cuckoo!

Cuckoo!

Cuckoo!

La… la… la… laaaaaa

End meeting for all

Click.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 7 May 2020

An attack on your ears about this poem can be heard here.

================================

You might also wish to check-out posts with the #WATWB

banner-650-x150-black

Olive

Olive

IMG_0330

Olive

 

Seed

Shoot

Shrub

Tree.

 

Shelter for birds

For creatures

And weary wayfarers.

 

Ripe for picking

Plucked

And

Pressed.

 

Oil

For table

Oil

For skin.

 

Salve

For civilians.

 

Humble olive

Shoot across time

Bough of memory

Branch for our peace.

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk

 

Wistful whimsy

Wistful whimsy

Wistful whimsy
Playing in my soul.
Tuneful harmony
Toning it in tow.
Feeling mellow
Light incantations in the heart.
Words and rhythms
Centre me below.
And I am rested
Safe in a cocoon.
Time for slumber
And in sweetest dreams renew.

Simon C.J. Falk 8 May 2014.

It may seem a paradox to pair wistfulness and whim together. But it was like a passing and reflective stream of consciousness that gently bubbled to the surface. I hope it offers a peaceful place for the reader to collect themselves for rest.