This time last year II

This time last year
our bags were packed
and excitement it was growing
as we both knew
what we would do
and where we both were going

To somewhere hot
across the sea
four hours or so by plane
with nought to lose
to join a cruise
Croatia again

This time last year
the sunshine found
when autumn chill was here
First thing we did
with nothing hid
was drinking ice-cold beer

In somewhere hot
across the sea
escaping for a week
remembering
as our hearts sing
these memories to keep

©Jemverse

Photo – Dubrovnik old town, Croatia – Jempics

Inspiration II

What is my inspiration?
I’ve been asked this many times
where do I as poet find
the substance for these lines?

Well, there’s a simple answer
because it’s all about the things
that I see all around me
and the pleasure that all brings

For there is something lovely
to be found, I find, and said
to bring a ray of sunshine
when, if truth be told, instead

the reality is something else
and forgiven we would be
for feeling pretty miserable
about most things we see

But there’s the ‘rub’ of course as well
the gift of every poet
to sew the seeds of happiness
in words, and don’t we know it!

For here is opportunity
to paint a picture that
the reader can escape to
and keep sanity intact

So what’s my inspiration?
it is all I see and do
which I will duly craft to words
and daily bring to you.

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Too good to miss

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained”
the ancient proverb word
so we put best foot forward
and proceeded undeterred
Maintaining social distance
for our safety guaranteed
we met for conversation
with an appetite to feed

A meeting up of family
apart for far too long
this little slice of happiness
to fill our hearts with song
And, as long as we are careful
we will see some more of this
rekindling of a friendship
which is far too good to miss

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Tri-tanka VI (Autumn)

Heralding a new series
next week to grace these pages
a little taster
Something of the joy to come
to picture Autumn’s treasure

Fifteen lines of prose
crafted in three tankas here
combined together
allowing me the freedom
from a metrical structure

to paint a picture
filled with yellows, reds and gold
cornucopia
for an Autumn treasure trove
captured in the poet’s voice

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[The Jemverse ‘Autumn’ series starts here on 22 October]

Perched on iron flowers

Perched on iron flowers
they swoop and flutter by
as, quiet behind my window
these little birds I spy
Still, I hold my camera
my pleasure cup to fill
to capture this fine moment
my breath, a whisper still

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Rainbows on my feet

They were waiting in the window
with a vibrancy to share
two things of utter beauty
which I could not leave there
Sized and boxed and bagged and out
they left the store with me
beaming as the mere thought
of them filled me with glee

The ‘Converse King’, I’ve worn these shoes
for fifty years and more
(Chuck Connors knew a thing or two
of what they’re truly for)
As they are just like rainbows
for a joy that is complete
symbolic yes, and wonderful
these rainbows on my feet

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

In a painting

This evening we were in a painting
with colours and contrast and hue
beneath a cloudscape of wonder
providing a wonderful view
It was just like a Constable landscape
above and around us out here
exquisite the joy that it brought us
for a message abundantly clear

This evening we were in a painting
with yellows and pinks and the grey
variegated into the darker
at the end of this autumn day
It was just like Turner had paused there
with his brushstroke over the sky
to leave us this snapshot of wonder
before it all passed us by

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

A nod to summer

And though the darkness now appears
earlier each day
it’s good to see the summer lights
still twinkle here I’d say
For even though it’s cooler now
they speak of pleasure past
and keeps the memory intact
ensuring it will last

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Treehouse

In the woods which my daughter
Called home for a while
Stands a structure quite tall
Full of mystery and guile
A treehouse built high
Now abandoned and sad
Though its stairs and its walls
With wood are still clad
But unfinished it lingers
Fenced off it its prime
Which is not all that far
I would say from a crime

When we visited rain
Lashed the woods all around
And the drops falling hard
Made a wonderful sound
And we sat in its shadow
With a warming fire there
As the rain fell around us
Its presence to share
But they tell me this woodland
Is now up for sale
So I trust that good sense
And sustaining prevail

For a house in a tree
Is meant to be used
Not left to abandon
It’s purpose abused
So I hope the new owners
With wisdom will see
A treehouse completed
For all then to see
And then one fine day
We’ll return for some fun
To this woodland to find it
Alive in the sun

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

To the woods

To the woods in the rain
To sit by the fire
And warm up my hands in the dry
The sound of the drops
As it hammered down lots
And the summer hurried on by

To the woods in the rain
As autumn came fast
And the air turned cooler and grey
But the flames took a hold
To keep out the cold
And lifted my spirits to play

To the woods in the rain
With woodsmoke around
Providing a fragrance sublime
And we all drank it up
As it re-filled our cup
To savour just like a good wine

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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