4 of 12 in the ‘About Brighton’ series

Breakfast in Brighton November morning sunshine follows after rain Both providing sustenance for lazy Sunday slowness
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I think it was Bizet the zebra was playing in Brighton today in the sun Nocturne in D Major if I’m not mistaken Yes, I think that piece was the one It was somehow fitting for the time and the place a tranquil and quiet melody Brought an air of contentment to those wandering by In Brighton, so close to the sea
And continuing that theme cathartic the thought as the planted seed there grows stronger by the day and what was once just a dream sees reality
Maybe I can try as the weekend once again arrives this morning to capture something of the hallowed place it takes me to confirming the choice is right
February the first, hip-hip hooray to start afresh on this Wednesday what it will bring I cannot say but all the best to it I'm sure there will be smiles and tears there always are in all the years as each day comes and more appears with all the best to it
It's January's final day Tuesday the thirty-first one month gone of Twenty-Three thirty days dispersed I'm not sure where they've gone mind you as it doesn't seem that long since we were still on holiday and singing festive song But gone they have so onward to the shortest month we go What it will bring a mystery though soon we all will know
I have an inclination one deep-seated, born of dream partly wishful thinking but ever-growing with a smile of whimsy to which I will return from time to time For it is something to cherish teetering on the brink of promise
With lucidity lightbulb moments came to me from left field this week Caught me unaware but filled the hole which had been growing
For Aiden and Zeeshan
“The colorful plastic bricks known as Lego have entertained children (and adults) around the world for nearly 70 years. Lego is used to make toy buildings, vehicles, creatures, machines, anything imaginable — and they can be taken apart and put back together as often as you’d like. That means endless creative play. National Lego Day celebrates these incredibly ingenious and enriching toys.”
Sat in the hospital waiting room there with Sal for moral support on a very cold winters' morning ('cos it's the right thing and I ought) Here for an eyesight inspection post-op (trust everything's good) 'cos we're not as young as we were and things don't work quite as they should
'For not' or 'not for' in juxtaposition two different meanings for intent or for mission Language of substance for writer and poet who will always exploit as it's they who will know it
Wednesday morning and midweek meandering brings the curl of lips and knowing that the weekend looms with time for being me and for not suffering the fools
I have written of winter, the chill and the rain and the ice and the snow and the shivers again of the iron cold muster that lingers and bites finding its way into warmth with a spite But throughout all of this always I have half a mind on the warmer days coming I know soon I'll find For it's January now but soon I'll see May and the sunshine that'll soon brighten my day
For a brief moment in the sky a rainbow glowed and caught my eye but in a moment it was gone replaced by lovely sun that shone that briefly dried up all the rain before the grey clouds came again
Is this the last line or the first? is my syntax back to front? or is this perhaps the middle I don't know - it's worth a punt Perhaps I'm discombobulated? Maybe you are now as well? and reaching for the dictionary (believe me - I can tell) For actually we're nine lines in and nearing now the end of this little series ditty which I've written for a friend
In October red I paused beneath its lofty heights in wonder at the absolute magnificence of this redwood tree asunder So imagine my dismay today to find that storms with thunder and a lightning strike reduced it to a stump and piles of lumber Yes, there's like still there but its pride is lost for good a sad, contrite reminder of a once proud tall redwood
An angel perched close by our side in the branches of a tree as there we sat beside the lake with flapjacks and cup of tea He tweeted sweet a little song reminding us in case we needed that, though it was clear by his exuded grace He stayed there just a little while before fluttering away an angel on his angel rounds on this fine winter's day
When I’m cold in the winter I will think of the days when the warmth of the summer smothers every malaise Back to the times when unencumbered and free I can wander in sunshine and quite simply be me
Mirrored under morning sky Steel grey silent waters lie Cold and motionless are they Heralding a winter’s day