Writing at night II

I've been up half the night
as sleep wouldn't come
so I took up my pen
til the morning begun

And wrote down the words
that this page now reveals
as when slumber resists
this writing, it heals

Then as the light grows
and the day takes a hold
I read back the lines
and the story I've told

And most of the time
with no exception today
I know that my words
will have something to say

So I'll keep on writing
by day or by night
as when slumber fails
I can at least write


©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Safely Asleep

The dawn’s not yet broken
and I’m travelling again
on the road for one more business trip
With birds still asleep
as the night is yet deep
I tip toe up the road lest I slip

The street lights are out
and everything’s dark
the silence is still and complete
And I quickly go
so no-one will know
and the world remains safely asleep

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

For a flower passing

On April seven a flower bloomed
as another faded still
falling silently asleep
Gently passing til
with spreading wide of petals
and yellow for the Spring
The one that bloomed to passing
stood with angels there to sing

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[for Moira Calnon, d. 190407, R.I.P.]

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

Slumber

The candle and the music
of an evening warm inside
Slumber slowly beckons
as the day and night collide
And as my pen finds solace
with a verse to capture this
with music an encouragement
I slip away to bliss

©Jemverse

 

Sleep

Burning quietly in the night
a single flame flickered
reminding me in its yellow glow
of a distant place
where memories linger
soft in the warm whimsy
of a cathartic embrace.
And, cocooned in this
delicious sequence
the dove-cote doors of sleep
carried me gently away

©Jemverse

Moonlight on the water

Moonlight on the water
Sea moves swiftly in
Winter winds behind me
Light is feint and dim

Echos from the evening
Of surf unseen but heard
Watching as the water
Awakens, feelings stirred

Behind the rocks, breakwater
Buried in dark sand
Hiding on the shoreline
From the sea’s strong hand

Moonlight on the water
Night falls swift and deep
High up on the shingle hills
It’s time to go to sleep

©Jemverse

For Sunday…

Sleeping

Underneath a

Nice

Duvet.

Awaken?

Y should I?

 

©Jemverse

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