Whimsy rests

And similar these late-night hours
the silence out there now
with solar-captured radiance
lighting there the bough
My window looks down to this scene
as to slumber most resign
yet for a moment whimsy rests
upon this view sublime

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

The quietning time

These early mornings
I’ll attest
are good for me
the very best
The gentle rain
just after dawn
with still the air
of new day born
And solitude
where here about
a whisper sounds
just like a shout
I relish this
the quietning time
as it is almost
wholly mine

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Photo – Jempics

Five in the morning

Five in the morning
September, still dark
and as usual midweek
I’m up with the lark
The world is still silent
the night not yet done
though a tinge in the East
shows the morning has come

And a whisper seems loud
like a shout as my pen
scratches the surface
with sounds now and then
As words from my mind
find the surface and lay
fresh on the paper
with something to say

And I love this still time
it is as a friend
a comfort and solace
on which to depend
It instils inspiration
unmeasured and free
to use and exploit
by the poet in me

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Evening of the day

Tonight I found a sunset
as the river trickled slow
and the deeper blue of night arrived
above the golden glow

It was peaceful there and quiet
not another soul around
so I revelled in the moment
of that special place I’d found

And breathed the air around me
watched the light slip-slide away
as the sunset disappeared
at the evening of the day

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Quiet Times

These quiet times
in morning light
when there is no one
else in sight
Just birdsong from
the hedge and tree
and peace and quiet
and only me

©Jemverse

Photo – from Jemverse on Instagram, May 2018 – Jempics

The small hours

Five a.m. It’s very quiet
not a sound here to be heard
Just the ticking of the mantle clock
and an early morning bird

By and by I’ll leave the house
and head to London’s towers
on the red-eye out of Shoreham
in the silence of small hours

©Jemverse

The nineteenth floor

There’s a word I feel from way up here
One born of peace and more
‘Serenity’s’ more apt I think
up on the nineteenth floor

I’m high above the London streets
its noise remains below
And I am free to sit and gaze
in peace and quiet you know

And though the steel and concrete
cannot replace the green
It still provides a haven
when to the city I have been

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Dappled

Last night the moon shone bright within
a sea of dappled grey
As speckled night clouds gathered
at the end of a hot day

A sultriness lay heavy
and filled the air around
Exuding peace and quiet
as you could barely hear a sound

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Indigo Six

Seven colours, seven days
and indigo’s in sight
The sixth one in the rainbow
reminiscent of the night

Deepest blue as evening fades
and quieter hours reign
Holding banquet to the hours
‘Til morning comes again

©Jemverse

 

Part 6 of 7 – ‘The rainbow series’

Southend

Southend Pier, the estuary
the sky a speckled grey
reflected on the water
at the end of a long day
The fairground quiet and empty
the evening lights aglow
It’s peaceful here in winter
as the tidal waters flow

©Jemverse

 

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