Rain like summer

On the station the rain was a comfort today
in the blackness of night still around
on the edge of a morning still hidden from view
with a gentle soft rushing of sound
Mist-like it drifted and cooled like a breeze
that summer would oft call a friend
yet it is still March and winter remains
several weeks yet from its natural end
So this morning with whimsy I breathed it all in
finding comfort as thought took a hold
thinking of Spring and the summer beyond
days of warmth to replace these of cold

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Tri-haiku XXXVI (Warmth of weekends)

The warmth of weekends
cosy from winter blankets
bodes well to the week

So with high spirits
Monday comes with gusto here
cocooned I embrace

And the warm embers
envelope and protect me
as the week proceeds

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Encore

I found a song it was lovely
and gave me a buzz
with a warm mellow feeling
and simply because
music is like that
it cause no pain
though it hits you quite often
again and again
It's a friend and companion
a comfort and more
it's my constant craving
for repeated encore

©Jemverse

Photo Jempics

The wisdom of the sea

The water looked like crystal
as it sparkled in the sun
Like glass its light refracted
for a New Year just begun

A ‘je ne sais quoi’ said something
as a whisper silently
caught and carried by the breeze
across the windless sea

I think it was a promise
though I’m not completely sure
so I will come here every day
to listen out for more

For the sea it has a voice
oft heard across the years
both a comfort in my joy
and solace in my tears

So I’ve come to trust its wisdom
and as soon as it confides
I’ll share that with you here
when the right time it decides

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Firepit

Flames in the firepit
as evening draws in
and I’m out as the sun dies away
The crack from the wood
is a comfort and good
here at the end of the day

The glow mesmerises
the embers turn red
with woodsmoke sweet on the air
When a beer tastes devine
and the pen is sublime
with the words that I capture to share

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

To see where I hide

I have a small corner
with a chair and a cushion
Comfortable, it is a place to hide
albeit in plain sight
It is here that I escape into music
to while away hours lost to rhythm
safe in the knowledge
that this is my place
My sacrosanct
My place to hide
And dream
And breathe

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

The constant sea

These wanders here each evening
when the night’s about to fall
are I think the moments
which we will most recall
When this madness is all over
and we find ourselves again
with whatever becomes normal
and whatever still remains

For there’s one thing here that’s certain
the constant of the sea
which no matter what else changes
will still and always be
So we treasure all our wanders
by the sea in these strange days
for they bring a sense of freedom
and respite from the malaise

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Sedoka week VI (Friday)

6 of 7

Remaining steadfast
we look to hope to save us
with its enduring promise
For it is comfort
a solace to have and hold
for reassurance today

©Jemverse

Photo – ‘Painter by Ferryboat’ – woodcut on paper – Yamada Basuke (©1930)

Sedoka is a japanese poetry form comprising 38 syllables spread over 6 non-rhyming lines with a syllabic sequence of 5,7,7, 5,7,7

The comfort of home

Swift to the morning
but with comfort of home
the night has slip-slid away
and all of a sudden
(and too soon it seems)
I’m here at the start of the day

But I’m not too bothered
as I’m back from the road
and Obi is here at my side
It’s back to the norm
the familiar ‘here’
with a comfort I’d never deride

©Jemverse

Photo – Obi asleep at my side – Jempics

My Chair

There’s a place in my house where I sit
and, if I chose to lose myself I can
Be it with reading or writing
or music or game
Sometimes Obi joins me
as it is for him safe haven
when there is something loud downstairs
My little brown comfort blanket
snuggled up and sleeping
in my chair beside me

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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