Big Sun

The biggest sun I ever saw
greeted me today
A golden ball of wonder
which took my breath away



The longest pier

The longest pier apparently
in the world today
That’s Southend here in Blighty
not a lot more I can say

Apart from that it’s very long
stretching out to sea
The pier head barely visible
in the wide Thames estuary

The lights across the water
shine from Northern Kent
And in between great ships pass by
to London, laden, sent

But lovely though that is to see
the striking thing right here
is of course the structure that’s
the longest Southend Pier




Felt blessed down on the beach front
as night time slipped away
And through the clouds out to the East
the sunshine met the day

Golden over water there
far as my eye could see
A really big sky, colour-filled
came and welcomed me




Southend Pier, the estuary
the sky a speckled grey
reflected on the water
at the end of a long day
The fairground quiet and empty
the evening lights aglow
It’s peaceful here in winter
as the tidal waters flow



Meantime here’s some cyclamen…

I’m afraid I’ll not be posting
for five days from the morrow
No poetry from Jemverse
which I know will bring some sorrow

But although I’m incognito
I’ll be writing every day
More poems for my repertoire
Three cheers! Hip, Hip, Hooray!

I’ll not be going very far
but will be out of Wi-Fi range
A week’s intensive training
(In case you think that’s strange)

So meantime here’s some cyclamen
to look at for a while
as Jemverse will be back quite soon
to bring another smile


Sun kissed

With a cold foot forward, dressed up warm
against the chilly air
The grin upon my face resigned
and not for pleasure there
And yet the crystal air affords
despite the iron chill
A sun-kissed panorama that
is sure to cure all ill


Wintertime tangents

Off at a tangent
at this time of year
When it’s still wintertime
but the spring is quite near
It’s getting lighter each day
and at evening time too
And though trees are still bare
there are signs of the new

We have cyclamen growing
in the tub just outside
And the forsythia buds
are forming with pride
But it’s January still
so more chill we will know
as the forecast I’m told
is for dustings of snow

So for now I’m resigned
to more of this chill
Albeit with the promise
that the waiting until
the warm days of spring
get nearer each day
when the green with replace
the wintertime grey



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