Sunrise III

At this silent hour the water still
I breathe it in and have my fill
for at this quiet time of day
the river has a voice to say
all that it wishes in hushed tone
its soothing voice is quite alone
save for me who noiselessly
savours sunrise all for free

 

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Photo – Jempics

Sunrise II

The eastern sun rose
slow behind as I walked
but I turned on a whim
and there, it was caught
a bright orange globe
rising swift from the night
in the still hours of morning
for a marvellous sight
so I took a long moment
hardly drawing a breath
before turning again to
walk back to the west

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Photo – Jempics

The free

I got up early
the sun was a blaze
it didn't feel much
like a day for a laze
so with coffee inside
I ventured out there
dressed up for the chill
as I still have a care
and greeted the day
as it greeted me
the sun as a tonic
to help with the free

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Photo – Jempics

No clink in Clink Street

There's no clink in Clink Street at this time of day
Just the footfall of seldom trod feet
Occasional scuff on the cobbles down there
as we pass under night time's retreat
It's a moment of pleasure to seize and to hold
before all the tourists descend
to these streets of old Southwark which at this time of day
are simply a means to an end

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Photo – Clink Street, Southwark, London – Jempics

Three

3 of 7 in the ‘Seven Haikus 22 series’ from Jemverse





Anticipating
quietness, the solitude
of morning greets me

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Photo – Jempics

Morning Dawning

Another early morning
and the beach is quiet and still
the sea a mirror calm
barely moving there until
the world around in slumber
slowly wakes up with the dawn
and I again am thankful
that another day is born

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Photo – Jempics

Of mornings and writers

In this still hour of darkness
before morning's begun
when the night time remains
with mere vestige of sun
you'd be forgiven for thinking
it just wouldn't come
and that darkness forever
would be the deal done
But if you did you would always
miss out on the fun
for this time of day
is a long way from glum

It's a time when the writer
finds words which just flow
when inspiration has tangible
substance you know
and the lines just appear
with the syntax to flow
to craft into stories
for poets to show
So one day you should visit
at daylight's first glow
as in your heart I am sure
you know it's where to go

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Photo – Jempics

A morning hike

No.7 in the Jemverse series ‘Down in Dorset’

So we all walked back to Charmouth
early morning 'round sunrise
with mist in all the valleys
and a glow atop the rise

Took us about an hour
then we walked right back again
as the sun climbed higher brightly
in the east from whence it came

The splendour nature offered
all around was as a treasure
which all of us admired
good measure for good measure

And with dewdrop diamonds shining
we felt enriched beyond decree
in this really special place
where we wandered peacefully

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Photo – Jempics

Exploring

No.4 in the Jemverse series ‘Down in Dorset’

Walked out for some exploring
early morning of the day
found the Five Bells atop the hill
saw sheep and lambs at play
the sun gleamed on the tower
of the church down in the village
as a big tractor passed me close by
avoiding country spillage

And down beyond the crossroads
found the Charmouth river trail
which I will follow later on
for more adventures to regale
Then it was back for breakfast
Croissants, coffee and some jam
here in our Dorset haven
where on holiday I am

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Photo – the tower of St Candida and Holy Cross, Whitchurch Canonicorum, Dorset – Jempics

Abundantly clear

And this morning
the glorious sunshine pervaded
so wondrously
that I was persuaded
though it didn't take much
if the truth be told
as when one is faced
by mornings of gold
it is really and truly
abundantly clear
that June has arrived
and the summer is here

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Photo – Jempics

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