St Mary de Haura again

3 of 7 in Jemverse series ‘Shoreham again’

The river Adur’s changing course
To its tidal estuary
Bereft now of its shipping past
As it meets the changing sea

The oyster beds lie barren now
Their commerce lost to time
But St Mary’s bells in beacon tower
Still regularly chime

And though a thousand years have passed
That church tower still stands tall
A landmark to this town that I
Am proud, my home, to call

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Photo – Shoreham at low tide by W Standen

Jemverse first posted “St Mary de Haura” on 12 September 2014

Glowing again

2 of 7 in the Jemverse series ‘Shoreham again’

Ethereal glow hangs over Shoreham
Through the mist, ‘neath yellow skies
With the promise of September warmth
The sleeping town in silence lies

‘Neath the bridge the river water
Meanders slowly to the sea
Boats lopsided in the shallows
Oyster Catchers in their lee

And as azure blue refills the palette
Of the mantle overhead
Another early Autumn day appears
As from Summer it is led

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Photo – Shoreham at low tide by W Standen

Jemverse first posted “Glowing” on 11 September 2014

Shoreham by the sea again

1 of 7 in the Jemverse series “Shoreham again”

I have a beach of shingle mixed
With golden sea-washed sand
Its grandeur and its mystery
Forged by God’s own hand
I have a river winding through
The valley from the sea
Its tidal water carrying
Swans and seabirds oft to me
I have a range of rolling hills
The green of Sussex fair
And there really isn’t anything
With all this to compare
My home is here with all of this
It’s a special place to be
The river, hills and beach that is
My Shoreham by the Sea

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Photo – Shoreham at low tide by W Standen

Jemverse first posted “Shoreham by the Sea” on 26 April 2014

 

The sunshine promise

I lived a little broken
like an old grey bag of bones
and despite the life around me
felt a long, long way from home
Abandoned to no purpose
each day was like the rest
and although the sun gave promise
it felt like second best

But then a spark ignited
and a new fire took a hold
Inspiring and uplifting it
removed me from the cold
Brought me back into the warmth
when the sun is always new
and never second rated
with each new sunbeam view

Reminded me I’m special
as we each are, every one
even though from time to time
we all have days of glum
For the sunshine is a constant
with a sparkle every day
mending all the broken thing
in every single way

So even when I’m broken
like an old grey bag of bones
the sunshine is reminder
that I’m never on my own
As it is a shining beacon
to full purpose and to zest
consistently with promise
to in each of us invest

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Photo – Aptoide (via Google images)

Lost to time passing

In a small corner I curl
turning pages, I am lost to imagination
oblivious to time passing
minutes meld to hours
And this time is mine
Absorbing words from far away minds
Caught in that beautiful moment
when words caress my soul
with a comfort wholly realised

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Photo – PerfectLifeHack (via Google images)

The voice of the sea

Calling out to me, the voice of the sea
my friend through all of these years
A solace and comfort, understanding and wise
conquering all of my fears

Its presence a constant, knowing no bounds
with movement incessant and free
A lifetime to master the language it speaks
to understand all that’s to see

At its calling and bidding always I’ll come
for why would I ignore a friend?
To breathe in its presence, feel its embrace
Something that never will end

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Photo – Jempics

Dalit IV (reverence)

Yes, this eloquence is precious
not for squandering or for waste
Revered as a diamond
with immeasurable value

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As a poet I’ve a keen interest in differing poetic form and syntax from around the world. From the Philippines then comes ‘Dalit’ – four non-rhyming lines of eight syllables , 32 in total. Jemverse features four examples this week – three days ago, the day before yesterday, yesterday and today.

Dalit III (precious)

Though fleeting with some beauty
precious is this captured moment
My soliloquy for the day
to seize and hold onto and keep

©Jemverse

As a poet I’ve a keen interest in differing poetic form and syntax from around the world. From the Philippines then comes ‘Dalit’ – four non-rhyming lines of eight syllables , 32 in total. Jemverse features four examples this week – the day before yesterday, yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Dalit II (eloquence)

Though dawn has yet to break a thought
surfaces and must be spoken
Repeated here lest I forget
and squander this moment again

©Jemverse

As a poet I’ve a keen interest in differing poetic form and syntax from around the world. From the Philippines then comes ‘Dalit’ – four non-rhyming lines of eight syllables , 32 in total. Jemverse features four examples yesterday, today and for the next two.

Dalit I (introducing)

From the Philippines I derive
Dalit is my name; short my form
Four lines in typicality
Each comprising eight syllables

©Jemverse

As a poet I’ve a keen interest in differing poetic form and syntax from around the world. From the Philippines then comes ‘Dalit’ – four non-rhyming lines of eight syllables , 32 in total. Jemverse features four examples today and for the next three.

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