Cathartic this wide expanse of beach
tide low under deep blue sky
just the tonic that I needed
as I wandered slowly by
Splashed winter boots in cold water
found a bright red shell
dragged my toe through the wet sand
with words I'll never tell
Felt the sun warm on my neck
wiped away the tear
replacing that with new found joy
as things became quite clear
With lucidity
lightbulb moments came to me
from left field this week
Caught me unaware but filled
the hole which had been growing
With lucidity
fulfilment left me complete
with realisation
And relaxed into happy
the proverbial clouds parted
With lucidity
the sunshine returned again
and with spring in step
I was dancing in my mind
Some decisions born of that
[Tanka is a Japanese poetic non-rhyming poem with a syllabic sequence of 5-7-5-7-7. ‘Tri-tanka is a derivative of Jemverse making, returned to periodically as part of an ongoing series]
Sat in the hospital waiting room
there with Sal for moral support
on a very cold winters' morning
('cos it's the right thing and I ought)
Here for an eyesight inspection
post-op (trust everything's good)
'cos we're not as young as we were
and things don't work quite as they should
But we're in a good place for the checking
all thanks to the NHS
whose care and attention and treatment
is nothing short of the best
At the Buckingham Arms with my Bro for a beer
Our local, our pub - we both love it here
Conversation will flow and we'll have a good time
with a chat and a game over beer or a wine
It's our mindfulness tonic for mental health's sake
so we'll waste not a moment this pleasure to take
Once some several years ago
In hallowed ground near here
I bowed and offered humber prayer
the beach and sea quite near
A little chapel on the shore
at Easter time at home
with crown of thorns up on the wall
for people to atone
And now as then on Saturday
the sun becomes the son
as at Easter his forgiveness
is complete for everyone
New week and new me
at least that's the intention
as I don't want to dwell or
perhaps even make mention
of what this past fortnight
has been my malaise
which sadly protracted
itself there for days
As I'm mostly I think
a quite chirpy fellow
not given to stupor or
times when quite mellow
inactivity rules and
the mind gather dust
and an ache of the limbs
like a mildew or rust...
...takes over and holds
with insidious intent
and proclivity there
a confidence dent
It's an alien concept
which doesn't compute
engenders confusion
there oft to dispute
Polar opposite even
I'd be bold here to say
so whenever it comes
it's whisked swiftly away
and gregarious me
full of yellow not blue
comes back to the fore
as here is my due
So with that cheery thought
on this fine Monday morning
with all malaise past
and new chapter dawning
it's into the yellow
I jump with a cheer
for this is a new me
quite in evidence here
I came up for air, been down there a while
it was getting quite hard to breathe
but at the edge of my sight
I saw a feint light
and knew I would there find relief
And the scent of the roses in the sweet air
was as fresh as e'er I recalled
such was the respite
from the depths of that night
it was just as if Springtime had stalled
So I breathed it deep in with lungfuls a-plenty
filling my boots with that fayre
knew life had returned
as that darkness I spurned
and seized that good moment right there
Found myself walking along the Broadwalk
heading into the mist
the sunshine was there above me somewhere
as the sky and the shingle there kissed
Ethereal silence descended as I
strode eastward along on my walk
giving passers by room as they grew from the gloom
with whispers there as they talked
and it was cathartic and pleasant for me
with barely a ripple of breeze
winter cold still but healing the ill
as I wandered close there to the sea
It's not being selfish as sometimes you need
a kindness extended to self
a pampering here
for a top up of cheer
all to keep you in perfect health
And it's not just your body but your mind of course too
that needs looking after each day
mental health care
to keep you aware
and help you along on your way
So a day given over to yourself is well spent
for a kindness once in a while
to bring peace of mind
and help you unwind
all topped up with a good healthy smile
Some weeks you just need one
to recharge your soul
for relaxation and rest
and to get you back whole
For when you keep going
bits drop off and fall
and though gradual a process
you're not quite your all
So sometimes a recharge
is the right call to make
to top up the batteries
with respite to take
and you know it makes sense
and is no fake or sham
as the evidence there
is the whole you, I am
Photo – Gracey Croucher of Emily Rose Croucher in the woods. I chose this one to accompany my words as it sums up to me what ‘free spirit’ and the ‘I am’ is all about. Sometimes it’s good to simply have ‘me’ time.
...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...