Mother Nature (7) – Passion

 

Celebrating nature over
seven vibrant days
Her hand of wonder covered
in seven different ways

And what better way to finish
than upon a note of passion
Passiflora with its Latin name
for horticultural fashion

But to my mind its a dancer
to the music nature plays
which with every sense of wonder
serves to brighten up my days

©Jemverse

From 3 through 10 December, Jemverse has seven poems to celebrate Mother Nature’s hand – a different wonder every day. 

Lily

Dancing on a bed of white
my stamen orange in the light
I really am a gorgeous sight
for any eye to see

Fragrant there my sweet perfume
a bouquet subtle to presume
Those winter blues I will subsume
and watch them simply flee

©Jemverse

Passion

Passion as a dancer
taking centre stage
Caught in a moment
at ocean’s sweet plage

In beauty your splendour
unparalleled here
Your late summer swan song
Bringing me cheer

©Jemverse

Dancer

Little dancer, centre stage

Posing for a bow

Her passion as a flower

The applauds are louder now

She is beautiful, her moves sublime

She is everything and more

Confirmed by enamoured audience

As they cry “Encore! Encore!”

©Jemverse

The inspiration for this verse came from ‘The Raven Laughs‘. 

Playing

I played on a cold November morning
Banging my drum to the crowd
As the Lord Mayor laughed and applauded
And the band played on long and loud
I played at a warm Spring gathering
Regalia turquoise and white
The people smiled, warm with the sunshine
And the band made a colourful sight
I played at a late summer festival
The dancers danced on the quay
The village couldn’t quite fit another soul in
As the band performed by the sea
I played both winter and summer
My smile as big as my drum
In Shoreham’s Beach Bateria
Parading out in the sun

©Jemverse (June 2004)

Between late 1999 and early 2010 I played a bass surdo (a 24 inch drum) in a samba band based in my home town of Shoreham-by-Sea, West Sussex, UK. In its heyday the band numbered over 40 sambistas (players) and 20 dancers. We played at numerous summer and winter festivals, parades and carnival events in Southern England including the London Lord Mayor’s show, Brighton Pride and the world famous Emsworth food festival. Although I’m no longer a sambista, this poem captures something of the  smiles the band gave both me and the many thousands who heard and watched us play.

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