Sunrise – sedoka

The horizon gold
A new winter day dawns with
sun rising over the sea

And I stand in awe
An exquisite moment caught
to carry me through the day

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Day 5 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Six Lines’ event – a sedoka a day for 7 days.

A Sedoka is an unrhymed poem of Japanese origin comprising two three-lined Katauta. A Sedoka has a syllabic sequencing of 5/7/7, 5/7/7.

For another excellent Sedoka – check out ‘Ocean’s Tears’ from The Poetry Channel

A pleasing distraction – sedoka

On cold winter days
for a pleasing distraction
the thought of Springtime flowers

Caught on a warm breeze
to embellish me with their
wonderful fragrant bouquet

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Day 4 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Six Lines’ event – a sedoka a day for 7 days.

A Sedoka is an unrhymed poem of Japanese origin comprising two three-lined Katauta. A Sedoka has a syllabic sequencing of 5/7/7, 5/7/7.

Winter – sedoka

As winter takes hold
Autumn fades to memory
with a tinge of sadness there

Yet with the winter
Crystalline treasures return
and we are richer for that

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Day 3 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Six Lines’ event – a sedoka a day for 7 days.

A Sedoka is an unrhymed poem of Japanese origin comprising two three-lined Katauta. A Sedoka has a syllabic sequencing of 5/7/7, 5/7/7.

Music – sedoka

Life without music
is like a tree without leaves
sadly bereft in winter

and left without warmth
or the promise of summer
to awaken it to joy

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Day 2 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Six Lines’ event – a sedoka a day for 7 days.

A Sedoka is an unrhymed poem of Japanese origin comprising two three-lined Katauta. A Sedoka has a syllabic sequencing of 5/7/7, 5/7/7.

The Angry Sea – sedoka

In this brittle chill
the sea is often angry
as it tosses waves at me

But I am wary
keeping my distance I stand
in awe above the tideline

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Day 1 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Six Lines’ event – a sedoka a day for 7 days.

A Sedoka is an unrhymed poem of Japanese origin comprising two three-lined Katauta. A Sedoka has a syllabic sequencing of 5/7/7, 5/7/7.

A treasure

Winter greyness
Seldom sun
Brittle chill
for everyone
Daylight precious
shorter now
Nighttime lingers
on somehow
Yet still to find
and bring some cheer
Despite the chill
a beauty here
As winter hides
but brings to fore
a treasure kept
for us in store

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Seeking Inspiration

I’m seeking inspiration
but don’t need to look too far
For it’s everywhere around me
if I’m not particular
I could write about the weather
or something that I’ve seen
or someone that I’ve met or
even somewhere new I’ve been

Life’s like that as it happens
for a poet with a pen
and there’s always something out there
on which I can depend
Something I can write about
on a fancy or a whim
Particularly if it brings a smile
or an understanding grin

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Fourteen hours

Five thirty in the morning
and I’m out and on my way
It is cold and pretty brittle
at this early time of day
On a train that’s bound for London
warm and cosy here inside
Though my journey takes me northward
to West Yorkshire there I ride

It will take me seven hours
before my travelling is done
The length and breadth of England
through the rain and seldom sun
Then later on this afternoon
I’ll be on another train
heading back to Sussex
on my way down South again

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Never whatever

Whatever you do
Whatever you take
Whatever you see
Whatever you make
Whatever you carry
Whatever you use
Whatever you give
Whatever you lose
Whatever you love
Whatever you cherish
Whatever you hold
Whatever you perish
Whatever you tarnish
Whatever you clean
Whatever you muster
Whatever you glean
Whatever you think
Whatever you feel
Whatever you break
Whatever you heal

You are, as am I
Not simply whatever
But really quite special
So never say ‘never’

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Pleasure

We brought a David Hockney print
and hung it on the wall
An early Christmas present
to be admired by one and all
It’s from a London retrospective
at the Royal Academy
to which just under four years past
we went, my wife and me

Called ‘The Bigger Picture’
the exhibition was
all about the landscapes
from the Yorkshire Wolds because
they deserve such recognition
so wonderful are they
and to us an inspiration
on that very special day

Our print is aptly titled as
“The arrival of the Spring”
and feature forest down in Woodgate
under Mr Hockney’s wing
It reality it’s massive
(thirty-one feet wide)
But our print’s a little smaller
so we could fit it here inside

It’s a joy to have a picture
which brings pleasure by the day
A thing of special beauty
to keep the blues at bay
And to us this David Hockney
with its capture of the Spring
encapsulates the essence
joy and pleasure seek to bring

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