Practicing –to fall


The dog is huge
He barks
all the time /at everyone, as if he wanted to tear out our hearts
and put them in his feeding bowl
next to the calf’s liver— bleeding

We do have a deal though,
I’d prefer
a silent glance, I say,
respectful nods—

I practice headstand on a dragon’s tongue, a black hole’s chest, next
to the bleeding liver bowl, small steps, a riddle,
scribbled in pink chalk strokes on a random sidewalk in a foreign place,

“Don’t ya worry too much” he says, shooing flees off his furry head
The globe spins sidewards like a crab, I count
to ten “We all fall,

all the time”
says the lady with frizzy blue hair a the check out

Just between us,
I could headstand as a child, which proves:
the fear of falling is a learned fear, I fall prey –to the night
while deer drink dew off autumn-aching leaves, while birds pick bugs from the sleeping dragon’s teeth, and “suddenly–

it’s easy”, says the dog, licking his feet, refuses though

to take pictures of me in a headstand, balancing the pregnant donut moon,
in the supermarket aisle, on a polished red Ferrari hood, a light september rain
paints dark dots on my path,
almost breadcrumbs, sparkling, leading
down the lane,
a traffic light,
a crow /bakasana —in flight

a crossroad.


hey there. anyone around still? i’m totally into yoga at the moment and while standing on my head, the words seem to come back. smiles. see you around

27 responses to “Practicing –to fall

  1. Lovely to see you here, Claudia, and to be able to enjoy your poem. Yes, so easy to fall but for children so much easier to get back up. You have captured such a feeling here that says so much about how the feeling of freedom is so close and yet so far from our worrisome adult selves. Hope you are well, Claudia,

  2. Telling juxtapositions here Claudia – having not read you for a time, I had forgotten just how rich, dense and confidently structured your work is. Also didn’t recognise you at first with your much shorter hair! Good to see you back…With Best Wishes Scott

  3. I love that pregnant donut moon. I admire how you put me there, in the early throes of autumn.

    Its been a while dear Claudia. How lovely to read you again.

  4. The dog here reminded me of Mikhail Bulgakov’ in a dog’s heart… the amazing surrealism is the same, and I can imagine the dog of his book stepping out to meet you… I remember how I learned to stand on my head while I practiced yoga, an amazing feeling actually

  5. Reading your lovely words has made my day Claudia, how lovely that the barking dog (and yoga) has filled you with words – there is something to be said for standing on your head! I must do yoga…
    After years of procrastination – I am particularly good at that – I am finally decorating my house, although it is taking ages. Once done upstairs – which should be soon, one of your two lovely artworks – the boat – will grace my bedroom wall – I will send you a pic once done.
    The other will grace downstairs, which hopefully will be done by Christmas…
    Love and hugs
    Anna :o]

  6. Damn, lady, oh how I’ve missed your stunning poetry, your artist’s perspective, your huge heart and sparkling talent. I really liked the line /birds pick bugs from the sleeping dragon’s teeth/–which reminds me of the birds in the Everglades who perch on alligator heads and pick bits from their teeth. I pray you stop by more often. Reading your words has elevated my sagging soul.

  7. Doing hand stands on a dragon’s tongue and a donut moon – two interesting images in this poem! I used to do yoga years ago before it became trendy. I can still do cartwheels ubt not stand oo handstands anymore.

  8. There is a freedom in your writing that I so admire. Thanks for gracing our OLN. We do need to relearn childhood skills, like headstands and falling without fear.

  9. Love this sketch from one scene to another. Images of “autumn-aching leaves” and a “pregnant donut moon” stand out. Wow! So lovely to read your words again Claudia…..

  10. Hello again..what a pleasure to see you here! I am struck by each invoked image, especially the “polished red Ferrari hood, a light September rain”. I am forever amazed at your imaginations.

  11. Wonderful to read you again. Oh that dog, what images he brings up at this time as a team of salivating dogs seek to protect a predator in Washington… with the goal of destroying someone who has already been a victim and brings back the coat hangers… Sorry, it is just too much on my mind.

  12. “We all fall,

    all the time”

    Such an important truth, demanding to be grasped as the world spins sideways. Love the vibrant dizzying relationships with the different poses/spirits and then to broach the impossible, venture out of the nest. Truly, a crossroads. I think of my therapist’s words ringing joyfully in my head:
    “Trust your body”
    Worth every penny!
    Wahnsinnig ausgezeichnetes Gedicht! Solch eine herzensstaerke Stimme!

  13. Ha, hi Claudia! Yes, still around here. Thanks for visiting a poem of mine. I am glad to see yours. After you said you were into yoga, I figured this ‘dog’ was the ‘down dog’ (or whatever it is called) formation. Smiles. I agree with one of the earlier comments….no one writes like you!! Glad to see you writing again.