Magical II

Night time in our garden
just as lovely as the day
it really is quite magical
and charming I would say
And yes I may be biased
but when a things needs to be said
I think it’s best to get it out
than keep it in my head

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Lockdown writing III

Late into the night
when sleep does not come
my mind wanders freely
until it is done
Gives me the words
that I pluck from the air
and fashion to paper
with rhythm and flair

For you can take freedom
and prevent me from seeing
but you can’t take the substance
that’s part of my being
So I’ll use this abandon
and give it some form
as the gift of the poet
here pending the norm

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

The Small Hours II

Here in this silence
With the quiet patter of gentle rain
the small hours while
and my pen scratches

Slumber beckons but temporarily eludes
So I with quiet resolve
capture the mood with words
flowing as the night deepens

©Jemverse

 

Sleep II

I’m working on the premise
that something soon will change
and when I’m least expecting it
A move to rearrange
will catch me by surprise one day
and the dove-cote doors will close
cocooning me in slumber
from my head down to my toes

It’s taking its sweet time mind you
so I hope it won’t be long
for this burden is quite wearisome
and I’m not so very strong
But when it comes I’ll tell you
Relief will be the thing
And though I will be miles away
in all my dreams I’ll sing

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Stars III

Yellow, I see them
and myriad colours more
Jewels in the night sky

©Jemverse

Photo – from #Jemverse on Instagram (August 2018) – Jempics

Stars II

Across the dark void
Brightening the light sparkles
And here is the voice

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Photo – from #Jemverse on Instagram (August 2018) – Jempics

Stars I

As stars like diamonds
Gathered in a darkened sky
Night became as day

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Photo – from #Jemverse on Instagram (August 2018) – Jempics

Poetry comes alive

Midnight petrichor
the earth brings me to her and
night time takes me there

Sometimes my best words
come in the small hours
when I should be deep in slumber

Midnight petrichor
The fragrance of a day ended
when poetry comes alive

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

A poet through and through

And now at last it’s quiet
Just the ticking of the clock
and the humming of the fridge
Little here for me to knock
So before I climb the stairs
and get the rest my body needs
My pen must get to paper
as some inspiration pleads

A few more words to capture
how I’m feeling at this time
sitting here at ten o’clock
to write a little rhyme
It’s part of what I really am
a poet through and through
So when the need write is there
I dare not that eschew

©Jemverse

Photo – ‘A poet through and through’ in the making, January 23 2018 – Jempics

Word resting

4 of 5 in the Jemverse ‘Poets’ series

The minutes tick by
the words keep on flowing
How long they’ll continue
there’s no way of knowing

So erring to caution
the pen’s laid to rest
to return on the morrow
when poet’s are best

©Jemverse

4 in a series of 5 poems written about poetry for poets.

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