Four Haikus IV

Which brings me to four
and the whim has carried me
with words to this point

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[These four haiku’s – 27 to 30 November 2019 – were written to read together. So please read those from the last three days with this one. Sorry about that – but it kept you reading. Which was kind of the point!]

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Four Haikus III

Which you won’t have got
in the haiku yesterday
as there was no space

©Jemverse

[These four haiku’s – 27 to 30 November 2019 – were written to read together. So please read those from the 27th and 28th and keep reading – at least until tomorrow!]

Four Haikus II

This is the second
but I don’t want to waste words
So straight to the point

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[These four haiku’s – 27 to 30 November 2019 – were written to read together. So please read yesterday’s and keep reading – at least for the next two days!]

Four Haikus I

Felt the need to write
Three lines to cover four days
No reason, just whim

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[These four haiku’s – 27 to 30 November 2019 – were written to read together. So please keep reading – at least for the next three days!]

Life

I love what I do
don’t get me wrong
I’m in quite a lovely position
As forty years done
with the grief and the fun
I enjoy in this time of transition

I put in the hours
use my mind to the full
enthusiastically driven
For the passion is there
as all are aware
from the help that I’ve often given

But I still need a rest
and when weekends arrive
they are welcome with arms open wide
Two days that are mine
to relax and unwind
whether out and about or inside

So I’m happy with life
quite content with my lot
six decades have seen to all that
And with balance in place
with work/life at pace
I know I can keep it intact

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What of me now?

So now I am sixty
what of me now?
Do I wither, slip slowly away
Do I hold up a hand
resolute to my lot
to let youth in its turn have a say?

Far from it I cry
for I have a voice
and it’s louder than ever before
I’ve put in the years
shed blood, sweat and tears
and still I am ready for more

There’s life in me yet
in abundance I’d say
I’ve a lot more to give and to do
So though I am ageing
I’ve get up and go
and the doldrums I’ll always eschew

So now I am sixty
What of me now?
I suspect it’s the best you’ll have seen
For I’ve years in the making
which is all now for taking
and to showcase all that has been

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Photo – me, aged 60 with an alpaca on Good Friday Hill, Hampshire, UK

Mysterious

Starting to appear now
mysterious boxes
their fragrance filling the room
A promise of something
that’s getting quite close
in mid-December quite soon

What’s in the box?
my immediate question
unanswered of course for a while
The mystery continues
as excitement grows
coupled with winks and a smile

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Photo – Jempics

Winter III

And now the iron chill
shouts loud with brutality
as if we didn’t know it
with absolute totality
Winter’s here, no doubt of that
November takes firm hold
with battle grey the colour
reminiscent of this cold
We wrap up warm in winter coats
for what is waiting there
Resigned against the onslaught
we face the brittle air

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Photo – Jempics

After the small hours

After the small hours we awaken
and with Wolfgang to Alcampo
Parking in our usual space, he leads the way
for he knows this place well
with coffee and conversation and
dog biscuits in a bowl by the bar
We break fasting later, laugh
and smile and cry and hug
before charity shop browsing
to part with small coppers
An old book for me, green glass for Sal
and a cute little piggy bank
with a cork stop nose I was
told not to buy but still did
This is Sunday loveliness spent
with extended family filling
moments to fill a life and cherish

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Photo – Jempics

[‘Wolfgang’ is my daughter and partner’s 1-year old Patterdale Terrier; ‘Alcampo’ is a gastropub in North Brighton, East Sussex, UK; the piggy bank pig I was told not to buy but still did now has pride of place in my music/writing/games room]

The Small Hours II

Here in this silence
With the quiet patter of gentle rain
the small hours while
and my pen scratches

Slumber beckons but temporarily eludes
So I with quiet resolve
capture the mood with words
flowing as the night deepens

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