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
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
Mirrored under morning sky Steel grey silent waters lie Cold and motionless are they Heralding a winter’s day
Tangible this winter chill In January’s raw intent As beneath these spectred morning veils the silent mist is sent Intrusive to beleaguered calm Whispers like a shout I’m a stranger in an iron-clad still with no one else about Yet frigid though the air might be January serves to bring A shivering smile through chattering teeth that it will soon be Spring
Bereft of foliage great trees stand proudly gracing England’s land There amongst the winter green the rolling landscape clearly seen And pausing here before this view we are completely thrilled anew This is England where we live where nature has so much to give And we feel a peace when in this place bequeathed to us by simple grace
Watching winter setting sun on the beach from the long mile A perfect ending to the day I stayed there for quite a while An ebbing tide, a lapping sea with gold reflected there On the long mile I breathed my thanks for all this in a prayer
Winter’s overstayed its welcome and we’d prefer it now to go ‘Cos we’re fed up to the gills with cold and howling winds and snow It’s been staying with us now for months and whereas we didn’t mind at first We need the room for Springtime now the former’s done its worst
Winter greyness seldom sun Brittle chill for everyone Daylight precious shorter now Nighttime lingers on somehow Yet still to find and bring some cheer Despite the chill a beauty here As winter hides but brings to fore a treasure kept for us in store