Days Passing

These days each day is similar
but I don’t really mind
as there is much to occupy
and fill them all I find
I rise at four when it’s still dark
and spend an hour writing
updating all my poetry blogs
which I find quite exciting
Then weekdays I will work through two
on my window to the world
my laptop there connected
for daily tasks unfurled

Which always leaves me afternoons
when I can have a rest
and do the things I love to do
when days are at their best
Fillings’ not a problem
and I am never bored
for there’s so much to occupy
with all that life has stored
Upstairs I can sit down and play
a game on my Playstation
or in the front room lose myself
in films with fascination

On the middle floor our bedroom
is best for the sunlight
so I might spend some time in there
with books for my delight
And sometimes with some music
I will simply sit and smile
soaking up the sounds
in my best chair for a while
Yes each days these days are similar
but I couldn’t ask for more
as each affords a mystery
of what next waits in store

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Braced people face the sea

The beach with a wind
and the taste of salt
As hair whips from face
and braced people face the sea
looking into spray

The beach with a wind
and the cry of a moan
As breath is caught and taken
and braced people face the sea
chased by falling waves

The beach with a wind
and the laughter of moment
As stoicism is beaten and fails
and braced people face the sea
succumbed to wonder

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Nature’s thrash-metal show

A clue when the sun
hides away from the day
and the mugginess grows
as the sky becomes grey
Then, as evening approaches
a splatter of rain
It looks like a storm
is brewing again

A rumble of thunder
as the night-time comes round
But in the gaps and the stillness
there’s barely a sound

Then from over the sea
a bright flash in the sky
as, restless, the storm
seeks to electrify
And we count down the seconds
as the thunder moves in
The cacophony grows
and turns into a din

And then we are there
with excitement and thrills
as the rain hammers down
and the floodwater spills

And the lightning’s as bright
as a daytime light-show
and each thunderclap deafens
and excites, as you know
Our whoops of excitement
are lost in between
as the storm gathers pace
with a whoop and a scream

It’s frightening and scary
and wonderful fun
But we’re always relieved
when a thunderstorm’s done

The claps become rumbles
and are less agitated
as we smile and relax
because now we are sated
And as the storm moves away
‘Til it’s hardly in sight
We will go back to bed
and turn in for the night

©Jemverse

 

Road trip

We’re off on a road trip to Loughborough
for a reunion with all of our pals
It’s been thirty-eight years in the making
so will be great to see all the gals

We have music all sorted and sweeties
The tank has been filled up with fuel
And we’re setting off in early morning
so the weather will start nice and cool

It will be great if the sunshine stays with us
but if it rains we won’t really care
for the excitement of this reunion
Is the reason that we’ll all be there

©Jemverse

See also ‘The Class of ’81

The first step

No hesitation here
No holding back
A firm foot forward
There’s nothing I lack
No niggling doubts
No worries or lows
No fear of unknown
No concerns and no woes

Anticipation abounds
Excitement and glee
The thrill of the moment
Encapsulates me
So my best foot goes forward
I am not mistaken
I have made the right choice
With the path I have taken

©Jemverse

Storm and shout

The excitement of a thunderstorm
always brings a thrill
A flash of light and then the count
the waiting then until
A roll or clap of thunder
like a party in the sky
The same for when it’s miles away
or really close nearby

Mostly followed by a deluge
as raindrops kiss the ground
Accompanied by an echo
of the fading thunder sound
And then the flash of light again
as the stormfront closes in
Then I just have to shout out loud
with excitement in the din

©Jemverse

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