The Body

The Body
This poem is dedicated to all of us who live more in our heads and analysis of life.  For those of us who can read books and yet struggle to read the signs our bodies point out to us.  

The Body

The body

Holds

Its pains,

Its perturbed positions,

In its own way.

Way

With a language

All its own.

Oh, if I

Could but

Decipher the details,

Crack the code,

Learn to read

The rhythms

And writhing,

The aches

And the pains.

The body tells us

When enough’s enough.  

As our energy ebbs

Eyelids drop

And limbs flop

And we

We enter

An

Involuntary

Rest.

Still.

Yes, still

We become.

And yet

We are still

Becoming

To know

What our body says

To us.

Simon C.J. Falk 30 September 2015

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At the End of the Day

At the End of the Day

Our lives can be a busy balance of many tasks.  Work, play, time with loved ones – all of these make their claim. Even maintaining our blog-space can stretch us into the beyond.  This little post is to encourage the busy and the beset among us.  It is inspired by a clip from Victor Hugo’s delightful Les Miserables.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHwyCp6ah6U .

 

At the End of the Day

The day is done

We slump down

Upon the chair

Our shoulders sagging so.

The weight of those tense-taut muscles

Presses on the seat.

Adrenalin uncoils in us

Ever gradually

As we come to rest.

And

It meets

A sigh rising

From deep within the chasm

Of our heart.

At the end of the day.

 

What has today brought?

Not nearly half of what

We said we’d do

Has come to light.

Yet

The day was full.

And

We are spent.

At the end of the day.

 

Now

glancing over the screen

our “reader” catalogues

the latest posts.

Oh, to linger upon them!

But

My tired eyes

Strain at the screen.

And

that comment

So kind!

How I wish

I could engender

A kind, profound utterance

To thank them.

A smile,

Could offer a smile.

At the end of the day.

 

Then

Inside our heart of hearts

A glow kindles within

As a compassion

Caresses us.

A feeble and fumbling

Affinity

stammers into our sentences

as we share

with so many others

that knowledge

that we all fail

to accomplish

But we have done something!

We cherish a celebration

of that step

of something

At the end of the day.

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk 3 May 2014

 

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