So to thirty first December and
the last day of the year
Twenty two has been and gone
as twenty three appears
There have been many moments
with emotions running rife
as is the wont of passing time
this c'est la vie, this life
But there are still remaining hours
to finish it for good
so on this New Years' Eve we will
enjoy it as we should
And this morning sheen replacing white
as winter's iron grip with softer hands
takes ice away with rain.
And we welcomed that. Not quite yet
the warmth we clamour for
in these long months of hibernation,
bit still enough to ebb the chill
and bring semblance of a curl
to downward facing lips
Twenty-nine letters; testament to the fact
that in estimation and to be exact
the action describing this noun in these words
is so far from worthless as to be absurd
[In the ‘Colloquy’ series, I’m exploring some the of English language’s more obscure words. Some little used, some no longer used but all recondite. ‘Floccinaucinihilipilification’ is a noun and is the habit of estimating something as worthless]
Almost iridescent brightness to squint
with eyes skewed to the sun behind
where spiky winter teasels cold
stand proud against a low zenith
of a winter sky
This magnificence of nature's pride
admonishes in one fell swoop the
iron chill of solstice loom and
bolstered to an almost energetic state
I am rejuvenation
Went to the Tap, the weather was raw
but it wasn't the sleet or the snow that I saw
but rather the fair Newcastle town trade
that good conversation with a pint that was made
and convivial warmth with the victuals there
made the winter outside something better to bare
So I stayed for a while and chatted some more
before heading back out to what lay in store
Concluding ‘The of…’ series from Jemverse 2022 (12 of 12)
Cathartic the writing
the pen to the page
Words from the poet
the seer and sage
To capture life’s moments
like a photograph here
And bring to the reader
a little more cheer
[Of writers and readers was first posted in three parts over three consecutive days in October 2018. Parts II and III are here and here.]
Over the years I have titled several poems with the preposition ‘of’ – so this last Jemverse mini-series of 2022 pulls some of those back together again
We have a window
to look to the world
and watch every day
as life is unfurled
For me it’s a garden
as nature’s fair hand
paints changing pictures
of my bit of land
And just like a window
to memory’s minds eye
I’ll capture those pictures
as life passes by
For each is a treasure
to have and to hold
More precious than diamonds
more value than gold
Over the years I have titled several poems with the preposition ‘of’ – so this last Jemverse mini-series of 2022 pulls some of those back together again
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
Jemverse is life in words. Hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoy the writing...