A new book so a new poem
as it is the thing to do
with virgin pages waiting
for some words quite fresh and new
So here are several lines
of rhyming verse to fit
the nuance of that simple plea
with nonchalance and wit
And as this book is likely
to last perhaps a year
expect to see more poems
like this in this space appear
It's been said that the darkness
with the moon in the sky
speaks of the night time
though morning is nigh
Not that you'd know for
there's no light in sight
not even an inkling
in the blackness of night
Yet what is that glow
in the east very feint?
Yes, that is the the day
though at present it ain't!
This Red Leicester cheese
is completely divine
but this is not yours
for it's wholly mine
But if you're near Co-Op
go get some today
'cos your mouth will thank me
in every which way
We'd heard scampering for several days
and the evidence was there
crumbs in all the cupboards as
our food they'd come to share
But really they weren't welcome
so we brought some humane traps
and tempting them with biscuits
we caught the little chaps
Then one by one I introduced them
to the garden there to learn
the repatriation one way trip
and never to return
It's 'twos day' here a play on words
but rightful when you think
of all the 'twos' that on this day
pass by in just a blink
Twenty-second of the second
month in twenty-two
and falling on a Tuesday
so it seemed the thing to do
The sheep had a convention
in the upper field today
I suspect grass was the subject
or some munching anyway
And there were clearly some ringleaders
as they moved around a lot
their noses buried in the grass
from spot to luscious spot
And by and by they made their way
to the place the gate once was
and to the one all followed through
as it made sense because
there within the lower field
as all good sheep will know
the grass is that much greener
so that’s where they did go
Later on although I think
the naughty step for sheep
will see some action when the shepherd
pops by for a peep
Because I know that this convention
was never meant to stray
there into the lower field
on this cold winter’s day
I said no snow
in Sussex fell
but spoke too soon
(how could I tell)?
the temperature
would fall so quick
and the isobars
take such a dip
allowing white stuff
here to fall
at beckon to
the winter’s call
But really we had
better hurry
as small the flakes
and brief the flurry
It’s petering out
here as I speak
outside my window
as I peek
and is it settling?
no it’s not
‘Cos here in Sussex
it’s too hot
Exaggeration?
perhaps a bit
but the snow is
having none of it
But we will still
whilst it is here
run round outside
with laughs and cheer
tongue stuck out
to taste a flake
we’ll seize the moment
here to take
and run around
as Sussex snows
before it stops
and off it goes
...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...