It's been said that the darkness
with the moon in the sky
speaks of the night time
though morning is nigh
Not that you'd know for
there's no light in sight
not even an inkling
in the blackness of night
Yet what is that glow
in the east very feint?
Yes, that is the the day
though at present it ain't!
Gave the back garden
a bit of a trim
as it's amazing how quickly
the state it gets in
So the bushes out there
got a short back and sides
to give us more light
as each evening provides
And that is a factor
the later we get
and the shorter the day
and the quicker sunset
For the evenings are shorter
so the light up the top
is much better now
as it's had a good crop
Past sixty equilibrium
Is not what it once was
As balance sometimes fails
When you’re standing still because
Just the other afternoon
I found myself laid flat
When toppling from a bicycle
I’d stopped on, that’s a fact
Yes, it was parked and stationary
When my leg I swung it over
But then my balance failed
And I face-planted the clover
No reason for this mishap
It was a really silly thing
And don’t I know it now
Because the grazes really sting
A lesson for us seniors
Don’t take cycling for granted
That way you will avoid the pain
Of roads you have face-planted
So what did he do on the beach when not working? the question was asked with appropriate smirking Apt one would say with no conviction of doubt when all of the story of the truth it gets out
For not very much would sum most of it up that and much beer sipped oft from his cup A looking of eye to the sea view out there with a nod to the gulls who just didn’t care
A snooze in the sun forty winks and some more with no one around to hear the loud snore Then a walk on the shingle to find a hagstone which he’s put on display when he got them home
Yes it’s true to say that his time on the beach is not a lesson the virtuous teach Yet for one of his age (more than sixty years seen) it’s what one would expect if that beach you had seen
For it exudes a ‘something’ which encourages rest and however you spend it it’s always the best So now, truth be told on the beach when not working he had the best time so who’s the one smirking?
We had a little visitor
who startled us last night
there behind the cupboard glass
perched and in plain sight
A little chap, brown and petite
his presence now declared
though how he found his way in there
was not something he shared
Suffice to say that Obi
our Jack Russell/Dachshund cross
was not exactly happy
at his being there because
he barked and barked and barked some more
with angry doggy words
“Get out of my house, you mouse
This really is absurd”
Later when we went to bed
we left the door ajar
hoping that the little chap
would leave and go afar
But this morning he’d decided
to find the waste bin in the hall
so he really hadn’t ventured
all that very far at all
As it happened though, convenient
for I took the bin and him
out the back into the garden
where I did some emptying
And as the contents scattered
on the ground out there I spied
the little chap escape and run
under the shed to hide
So the ending of this story is
I’m very pleased to say
a nice one as our visitor
following his stay
was able with a little help
to leave behind our house
for the continuing adventures of
a little brown house mouse
The free range pigs
up on the hill
honk a bit
as pigs they will
Yet strangely
in a little bit
you’ll find that
you are used to it
Just as well
as past first stile
their habitat
goes on for miles
And all up hill
the odour’s there
of which you are
most well aware
But you’ll forgive
the piggy stink
as they are lovely
in the pink
So as you pass
you’ll wave and say
that you’ll be back
another day
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
Jemverse is life in words. Hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoy the writing...