Twelve scribings revisited; 7 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Malleable Days’
April cast a shadow
though I’m not in mind to care
for it was one cast by the sunshine
and the Springtime almost there
April cast a shadow
to hide the winter chills from view
heralding a summer and
warmer times anew
April cast a shadow
on the first of thirty days
showed the fool where he should go
with all his foolish ways
I’ve reached the end of A to zed
with something every day
A poem for the alphabet
in my own special way
I’ve exercised a license
as we poets often do
But I’d like to think the end result
has been encouraging for you
It’s been a real challenge
but I’ve enjoyed the writing thing
Finding ways to give a smile
and a little pleasure bring
This is the end of April
Tomorrow is another day
But there’s be a lot more poems
throughout the month of May
Today the springtime yellow
is blossoming with youth
But winter’s icy fingers
Linger on and hide the truth
And I’m reminded of the evening
with the warmth of autumn gold
When xanthophyll brought yellow
to the trees before the cold
Soon it will be summer though
the proper time for yellow
Which I’ll welcome like a long-lost friend
with a very heartfelt ‘hello’
I always pictured quite a monster
lurking down below
Beneath the waves just waiting
but for what I didn’t know
And I never, ever saw it
though I was often in the sea
So I know one thing for certain
– it never bothered me
“Underneath; the undertow”
My Mother always said
A warning to us youngsters
with stern face and look of dread
It scared the living daylights
out of us, yet all the same
We loved the sea so much
that the fear we overcame
Yet ever mindful of that warning
there are times when I reflect
That the sea with all its beauty
still deserves all due respect
The sea and me are kindred
and the ocean’s in my heart
But I’ll always heed the warning
I was given at the start
We returned to the two circles
at the back of Findon Gorse
Following the South Downs Way
to Chanctonbury of course
Marvelling at the splendid views
of the Sussex weald below
we wandered back through Sussex green
through fields that we well know
Alone on the shingle
Salt in my mouth
Braced against wind
Looking to South
Out there in the green
Waves rise and fall
As I listen again
To familiar call
A song just for me
The swoop and the cry
The sea and its music
As seagulls fly by
...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...