September Sunshine III

2 of 10 in the Jemverse ‘On the beach’ series

So I’ve not written ’bout the beach
for quite a while it seems
but today is quite appropriate
with all these new sunbeams
For it seemed the summer left us
when August’s evening came
yet now it’s back and shouting
lest we forget its name

Reason to sing

1 of 10 in the Jemverse ‘On the beach’ series

I took a week off
it was a good choice
as there were good things
in which to rejoice

For starters the sunshine
decided to stay
and reboot the summer
in every way

Six poetics #6 (Dalit)

6 in a series of 6

Six poetics come to an end
with Filipino ‘dalit’ here
This poet hopes you enjoyed
six explorations into verse

A Bill Barr, Your Room Is Ready Limerick

We have a cell reserved for you right next to Donnie’s

Six poetics #5 (Tanaga)

5 in a series of 6

‘Tanaga’ here now in view
which I think is overdue
Filipino verse for you
coupled with a lovely view

Six poetics #4 (Bussokuseki)

4 in a series of 6

And for Thursday here
with flamboyance there is a
‘bussokuseki’
The last of the Japanese
captured here in essence of
good writing’s ancient passing

Six poetics #3 (Haiku)

3 in a series of 6

As midweek arrives
three of six poetics with
a ‘haiku’ today

Six poetics #2 (Tanka)

2 in a series of 6

A ‘tanka’ today
as to the beach I return
for September sun
Basking in its warmth and light
for one more day of summer

Six poetics #1 (Sedoka)

1 in a series of 6

And so for this week
a return to form I think
today with a ‘sedoka’
to help set the scene
Japanese poetic form
inspiring you the reader

September Sunshine II

Sitting in the sunshine
outside my house is great
especially this time of year
with shadows getting late

As north facing out the back
by four the sun has gone
hidden by the apex where
in summer months it shone

Yet out front I bask in glory
and can stay here for some time
for there remain some hours yet
of mid-September shine

The Visitor II

We had a little visitor
who startled us last night
there behind the cupboard glass
perched and in plain sight
A little chap, brown and petite
his presence now declared
though how he found his way in there
was not something he shared

New Pen

New pen, the scratch on paper
just like a living thing
finding words quite quickly
to make it cry or sing

Poised, it waits with patience
then leaps to life when I
find the words here needed
upon this page to lie

Tri-haiku XXVIII (Healing)

With no abandon
to a mediocrity
I wait with patience

Hasten the mending
the healing of wounds and ills
Bring back spring to step

For I am waiting
Breath bated, coiled to move
to those hills again

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

With the sun upon my brow

I’d like to go out walking
but need legs to get me there
and as one’s out of action
and I don’t have a spare
I’m having to make do
with sitting with a smile
as a hobble and a limp is all
I’ll manage for a while

September sunshine

An hour of gorgeous sunshine
before the clouds come by
and hide again the golden globe
is perfect where I lie
It’s just enough to heal an ill
or chase some blues away
so I’m hoping that I’ll see some more
on each September day

Rocks and shins and A&E

August Bank Holiday Monday
sun is shining and it’s warm
so to the beach I should be heading
as you would ‘cos it’s the norm
Yet instead I sit in A&E
my leg still causing pain
Not my first choice I’ll admit
to be in here again
Strangely though it was the beach
just last Wednesday night
where I sustained the injury
the reason for my plight

Daisy II

Wild daisies in the field
caught a moment there
whimsical they capture
a thing I had to share
So I got down to their level
as that seemed the thing to do
to take this lovely picture
which I’m sharing here with you

To enjoy

With the fragrance of autumn
like something not there
is just creeping in
on the late summer air
We venture to Brighton
at the end of the week
for brunch with our children
and pleasure to seek

Thursday the third

September, a Thursday
it might shine, it might rain
but one thing’s for certain
that this third again
will not be repeated
it’s a one-off, unique
which we’ll not find again
wherever we seek

After the storm

After the storm
on the beach the tideline
has made its mark on the stones
with seaweed lines
drawn free and wild
a calming now atones

For all last night
its temper raged
a tantrum fierce and wild
yet now it smiles
calm and serene
the sea and weather mild

Beginning I

1 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 month IV’ series

Beginning of September
beginning a new book
beginning a new chapter
worth a second look

The Optimist

It’s the last day of the month
so these lines they should reflect
something of what’s taken place
and I can recollect

Of things we’ve done and visited
of how the weather’s been
of how we’ve coped and managed
of what we’ve felt and seen

But actually instead I feel
like I’m inclined to view
the promise of a month ahead
and something bright and new

Simple Things

It’s been said before
It’ll be said again
but there’s no harm repeating
the oft sung refrain
that moments of bliss
when contentment’s complete
can be captured and held
to make life this sweet

Because I can II

At the back end of August
with pause to regale
thoughts turned to the hills
and the much followed trail

So I put best foot forward
and headed out there
knowing it always
has much more to share

No selfishness here
it has so much to give
and for these Sussex hills
there’s reason to live

The hill, the view and breath taken

Walked through the woods
as it wended its way
uphill all the way to the Ring
The weather was kind
and we didn’t mind
as no waterproofs did we bring

Stationary

I’m nearing the end of my poetry book
reason here to rejoice
for it means a new one will start really soon
leaving simply the problem of choice

For I’ve notebooks a-plenty just waiting for me
to write my poems inside
as I can’t resist when a new one I see
no matter how hard I’ve tried

Wispy skies (3 of 3)

Very high up in the blue
frilly like a feather
wispy clouds with tendrils
float by in summer weather

They seem so delicate down here
and really don’t last long
as just a moment later
I looked up and they were gone