The language of the sea

The short lapping waves come in then recede
incessant and gentle and free
They speak to me softly in whispering tone
what it is to be part of the sea

And I understand fully as this language I speak
having learnt it when just a lad
Its rhythm speaks wisdom of treasure to keep
which over the years I have had

It’s something I hold as it’s precious to me
spoken by waves that have come
Shouted in winter and whispered in Spring
and echoed in summer sun

Promises given and promises shared
in the language the sea has to give
Which in time honoured fashion remains with me still
and will for as long as I live

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

A walk by the water

There’s a lot to be said
at the end of the day
for getting out for a while to the beach
A short walk by water
is just what we oughta
do as it’s there in our reach

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Tri-haiku XXVII (sunshine)

In these troubled days
with my movement restricted
by Covid-19

I am resolute
that the sunshine will remain
and bring fortitude

It is my saving
Ever precious and constant
A true friend indeed

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Few trees

3 of 3 in the ‘Tree’ series from Jemverse

There are few trees up here but still
the view is quite breathtaking
so I don’t mind a bit because
it’s freedom in the making
On our doorsteps here but still
few people get this far
A mystery as up here the view
is quite spectacular

There are few trees but never mind
good people, here’s the thing
the vista that your eyes will see
will cause your heart to sing
For here there is fair Sussex
in its glory bright and green
which I can promise you is quite
the best that you’ll have seen

©Jemverse

Photo – the Sussex Weald from Ditchling Beacon, Sussex – Jempics

As a tree

1 of 3 in the ‘Tree’ series from Jemverse

Though I am a poem
I am often as a tree
spreading wide my branches
to the winds and fancy free
Sometimes I am majestic
growing strong and very tall
and other times I’m minuscule
insignificantly small

But whether reaching to the sky
or staying close to ground
you can be quite certain
I will spread my words around
For there are many synergies
as I guess you are aware
between me as a poem
and all the trees out there

So I’ll not waste my breath on those
keep the obvious sublime
although if you really push me
I’ll maybe share sometime
For now though I’m a poem
tall in stature like the tree
sharing a few lines with you
about the things I see

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Mother’s Day 2020

My mother didn’t make it
to see my sixty years
when she passed away in May last year
amongst the smiles and tears
That saddened me (of course it did)
but it’s other times I miss
like the joy of giving flowers
on Mother’s Days like this
Yet the solace that I take away
from all the days I’ve cried
is the ever joyful knowledge
that she’s by my Father’s side

 

So on this Mothering Sunday
here’s to my Mum and Dad
from your eldest son the promise
that I’m joyful here, not sad
And though I’m now an orphan
in all I and do and think and say
as you walk there with the angels
I know you’re with me every day

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Sunshine shadow

Sunshine shadow
casts a glance
with nonchalance and whimsy
warming through the window
but outside still frail and flimsy

Sunshine shadow
gains in strength
now though as Springtime garners
new life from winter’s barren hands
for gardeners and farmers

Sunshine shadow
brings to me
a promise edged with laughter
which following the winter chill
is what we all are after

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics