What is poetry?

A collection of words with juxtaposition
Crafted into some lines
That speak of my life and the things that I see
To capture a few of those times

It’s the nuance they have and the mystery too
that capture imagination
And the joy of finding a stanza to fit
Within gift and my arbitration

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Inspired by the Go Dog Go cafe posting ‘What is Poetry?‘ on 3 August

Trespassers, delay and rhyme

Waiting for a railway train
to take me to my home
I’ll sit and write a poem
on the station on my own
It’s peaceful here, conducive
to find a little rhyme
and scribble down a verse or two
line by line by line

My train arrives, I find a seat
but at the station here we stay
The tannoy tells us trespassers
ahead are causing fray
They’re up there messing on the track
some way up ahead
So I’m not heading homeward now
Stuck right here instead

The conductor’s walking up and down
keeping us informed
But it looks as though we may be here
a while, we have been warned
Still, looking on the brighter side
As things could of course be worse
It means that I can finish off
this witty little verse

©Jemverse

Photo – a deserted Durrington-on-Sea station, Sussex, UK – Jempics

[PS – I did eventually get home – took over two hours though]

Bob Marley Seagull

It was raining in Brighton
and, strolling back to the car
parked there in Ann Street
from the centre, not far
We paused to admire
on the wall, ‘cross the way
some graffiti scrawled quickly
but with something to say

And in contemplative mood
we pondered the depth
penned by those words
whilst at our feet, quite perplexed
A young seagull ran by
so as not to intrude
For to spoil this fine moment
would have bordered on rude

Was there metaphor here?
Bob would have been proud
‘No woman, no cry’
is still shouting loud

©Jemverse

Photo – Ann Street Graffiti, Brighton, Sussex, UK – Jempics

The beauty of language

I’m happy when writing
It fills me with joy
and it’s done this for ages
(since I was a boy)
I’ve written most days
sometimes just a few lines
to capture the years
the moments and times

It’s the nuance of words
and their juxtaposition
And then fitting them in
to each composition
And the finding of rhyme
to capture my mood
Occasionally cheeky
but never plain rude

It’s the beauty of language
and telling a tale
in just a few lines
each day to regale
So I’ll carry on writing
for it’s something I do
And I’m pretty you’d
do the same, wouldn’t you?

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

I am poetry – haiku

I am poetry
My words drip onto the page
with elegant form

©Jemverse

The backside of the night

At the backside of the night
I gave in, got up and then
tippy-toeing down the stairs
grabbed my book and pen

At the backside of the night
I smiled as morning came
A band of gold out to the east
with poetry there again

At the backside of the night
I laid my pen to rest
and thanked it for persistence
for these times are often best

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Pingbacks to The Reluctant Poet for the encouragement and to Sailor Poet (and TBOTN) for the inspiration.

Writing at night

In the small hours when
silence is my company
And my pen scribbles words
as they flow fancy free
The verse and the rhyme
to the page come with ease
So this is the time that
the poet will seize

My craft in the making
no distraction to cast
The silence consuming
the prose firm and fast
These are moments to cherish
to have and to hold
The words captured here
more precious than gold

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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