The new me

New week and new me
at least that's the intention
as I don't want to dwell or
perhaps even make mention
of what this past fortnight
has been my malaise
which sadly protracted
itself there for days

As I'm mostly I think
a quite chirpy fellow
not given to stupor or 
times when quite mellow
inactivity rules and
the mind gather dust
and an ache of the limbs
like a mildew or rust...

...takes over and holds
with insidious intent
and proclivity there
a confidence dent
It's an alien concept
which doesn't compute
engenders confusion
there oft to dispute

Polar opposite even
I'd be bold here to say
so whenever it comes
it's whisked swiftly away
and gregarious me
full of yellow not blue
comes back to the fore
as here is my due

So with that cheery thought
on this fine Monday morning
with all malaise past
and new chapter dawning
it's into the yellow
I jump with a cheer
for this is a new me
quite in evidence here

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[The ‘malaise’ was Covid-19 to which, after over two years of caution, we finally succumbed. Fully recovered now though, I’m pleased to say]

Came up for air

I came up for air, been down there a while
it was getting quite hard to breathe
but at the edge of my sight
I saw a feint light
and knew I would there find relief

And the scent of the roses in the sweet air
was as fresh as e'er I recalled
such was the respite
from the depths of that night
it was just as if Springtime had stalled

So I breathed it deep in with lungfuls a-plenty
filling my boots with that fayre
knew life had returned
as that darkness I spurned
and seized that good moment right there

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

The Music

The music was there with something afresh
it had found and picked up on the way
Something perhaps
with live music’s lapse
that made it quite special today

Seemed the musicians had put in their all
throwing energy full in the licks
As they could not perform
‘Cos now’s not the norm
so they put all they had in the mix

And whatever they’d done the music it thrummed
as my spine tingled there with the sound
It had gusto and flair
and it hit me right there
with my feet tapping loud on the ground

And it did what it always set out to do
to the listener waiting to find
A new way to heal
the ills they all feel
as they hear something new and unwind

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Tri-haiku XXVIII (Healing)

With no abandon
to a mediocrity
I wait with patience

Hasten the mending
the healing of wounds and ills
Bring back spring to step

For I am waiting
Breath bated, coiled to move
to those hills again

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

With the sun upon my brow

I’d like to go out walking
but need legs to get me there
and as one’s out of action
and I don’t have a spare
I’m having to make do
with sitting with a smile
as a hobble and a limp is all
I’ll manage for a while

But I can listen to my music
play a game or read a book
and with the world outside my window
there, I still can have a look
and know that with the healing
that is happening right now
It won’t be long before I’m out there
with the sun upon my brow

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Rocks and shins and A&E

August Bank Holiday Monday
sun is shining and it’s warm
so to the beach I should be heading
as you would ‘cos it’s the norm
Yet instead I sit in A&E
my leg still causing pain
Not my first choice I’ll admit
to be in here again
Strangely though it was the beach
just last Wednesday night
where I sustained the injury
the reason for my plight

And it’s been getting worse and worse
so much so that here now
I’m sitting in the hospital
wondering if somehow
that fall upon the shingle
when a rock and my shin met
has resulted here in something
to now give cause to fret
And it seems that I was sensible
to visit here today
to find there’s nothing broken
I am quite relieved to say

But you can see here from the photo
and the bandage round my shin
that the fall upon the shingle
really did some damaging
And the doctor’s diagnosis?
is to rest it for a week
no walkabouts or wanderings
or footfalls so to speak
So recuperation beckons
to allow the leg to mend
as lots more time down on the beach
I do intend to spend

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Adaptation

Adaptation is a precious thing
as it proves that we are able
to make the very best of things
when cards are on the table
I speak of course of Covid
and the lockdown and the change
it’s brought worldwide to all of us
as we all re-arrange
There’s been loss and there’s been sadness
as the pandemic’s taken hold
taking toll from everyone
from young to very old

And everyone has had to change
to lives so different now
yet with most of us adapting
getting on with life somehow
And I wonder if when cure is found
the life that once we knew
will be something we’ve forgotten
and will actively eschew
Part of me hopes that we will
for this lockdown it has taught
that life’s for the adapting
and the difference it has brought

A life that’s far more tolerant
and slower now in pace
as we come to realisation
of a different human race
One that’s less subservient
to selfishness and greed
and acts instead with kindness
to those of us with need
Yes adaptation is a good thing
and though Covid’s not yet done
I feel there is a promise here
of better things to come

©Jemverse

Picture – ‘Lockdown Splash #1’ by the author

19 February 1974

The knock at the door
I remember it well
though forty-six years have now passed
The vicar right there
with something to share
for a slap in the face that would last

It was anger I felt
with a fist in the air
that my father had left in that way
And I heard not a sound
from that hole in the ground
as I stood on that February day

It’s a picture I have
that years never fade
A boy of fifteen there bereft
Not a word of a lie
quite unable to cry
in spite of the void that was left

But thankfully time
the healer of ills
has mellowed the anger to love
And the man of those years
can now shed the tears
as he thinks of his father above

The slap in the face
has turned to a hug
lingering, precious and mine
and though there’s still sadness
there’s also a gladness
with his memory shared at this time

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[In loving memory of my father – John Alan Croucher – 10/5/34 to 19/2/74]

Breathe

I saw the end of the tunnel
It shouted my name
So I ran to the light
and found freedom again

And breathing in deep
that heavenly air
I shouted out loud
and laughed without care

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[‘Breathe’ is dedicated to all asthma sufferers]

Brightening

Just a few words is all it takes
to change the way I feel
Escapism? maybe sometimes
but they have the power to heal

Just a few words each morning
finds a way to say
something new to bring a smile
and brighten up my day

©Jemverse (12/14)

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