Elegant Green revisited

No 9 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

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Sitting in the sea revisited

No 8 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Think I’ll go sit in the sea
Let the waves wash over me
One of the best places to be
When I am feeling like this

Think I’ll go play in the sand
Build something with my own hand
A castle that’s splendid and grand
Where I will then live in bliss

Revisiting the ever there

No 7 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Hidden in your moving green and grey
I see your missing smile
But, braced against the salt-sting blast,
Calm will return a while

You change. but with eyes closed
That sweet, familiar taste
Reminds me of sultry summer days
Beneath this winter waste

Loosing myself in your expression, I see change
But it matters not to me
Fickle it may be, yet your promise there
Reminds me of what you are, the sea

Watching revisited

No 6 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

I watched the sea, it did me proud
I smiled at it and laughed out loud
The waves they roared, I roared right back
As I wasn’t having any of that
Alone on the stone with sun and spray
On a fine and perfect Springtime day
On the shoreline with the crashing sounds
That filled the air and shook the ground

Revisiting a friend

No.4 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

There is no other sound quite like it
It is unique, it is sublime
Like a constant whisper out there
When it’s calm and weather’s fine

Or then when wind decides to blow
And storms come from the North
It is like a constant thunder
As the waves slam back and forth

It is a mystery to me
But it’s also like a friend
An ever-changing story
With no beginning and no end

Lapping revisited

No.3 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

With a calming serenity, the lapping sea
Silently approaches the shore
And, with the faintest of whispers, turns on itself
Before slipping back for more

I watched the sea revisited

No.2 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

I watched the sea
It did me proud
I smiled at it
Then laughed out loud
The warming sun
Bright in my face
On Shoreham beach
My special place

Rising tide

Watching water
slowly fill
Waves get bigger
bigger still
Beach gets smaller
Sea get wide
Standing here
with rising tide

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

At one with the sea

Came to the sea
at its beckon and call
Embraced by its welcoming arms
Knew solace and comfort
The promise it gave
that here I would come to no harm

Little Yellow

Little yellow dandelions
growing wildly there
And yes, I know that they are weeds
but I don’t really care

Our Allotment

On our allotment
In the sun
Shadows caught
Whilst having fun
Strimming grass
We laugh and smile
Whilst planting stuff
For quite a while
For this is ours
This little plot
Where we will plant
And grow a lot

Mother’s Day II

Four came back for Mother’s Day
last of March for sun
Late afternoon roast dinner
enjoyed by everyone

Conversation snippets
I listen with a grin
These times with all our children
and the pleasure that they bring

Newcastle-on-Tyne

I’m back up in Newcastle
but am posting a view
from when up here last
As nothing’s here new

Being back in this city
is so pleasing for me
As it’s differs from Sussex
and there’s so much to see

In the sun

Sat out in the garden
for the first time this year
Ate my lunch in the sun. It was warm.
Spent a short while
with that sun on my head
thinking this will soon be the norm

For Otis

As Otis and Steve Cropper
wrote so eloquently they
Of sea when they were sitting
on the dock of that fine bay
So whimsically I
here in Sussex by the sea
Hum that tune quite often
when I’m sitting peacefully

Springtime came back

In the sunshine today
with freshly mown grass
I caught the fragrance of Spring
And something within
came awake with a grin
as abandon gave reason to sing

April

No.8 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months II’ series

Diamond daisy April skies
Showers, maybe, cuckoo cries
Warmer days as winter dies
Spring is clearly here

Days are longer from sunrise
Fewer lows and many highs
Things are growing, no surprise
Summertime is near

Small yellow

And then there’s small yellow
the voice of the Spring
which always each year
brings reason to sing
For this yellow, resplendent
like a slap in the face
tells winter still lurking
to be gone from this place
As now are the times
for the warming of knees
and the walking on sand
beside summer seas

Spirea Arguta

As if I couldn’t tell, the Spring
was evident today
As with flowers white and delicate
Spirea had a say

Arguta genus, Meadowsweets
It’s always first to flower
for shade within my garden
from its small yet fragrant bower

About a book from Venice

Started last September
Eight months of poetry
My little book from Venice
has served me faithfully

Friendship

I met a friend
he wasn’t well
we chatted for a while
And when I left
he said he felt
quite better with a smile

About a journey

I wrote about a journey
I started way back when
the words that found their way
to the pages from my pen
were from an adolescent
who hadn’t yet found life
yet wrote as though he knew it all
through torment, angst and strife

Comforter

Music as comforter
enters my soul
Enlightens my mind
keeping me whole

The coffee lover

I am a coffee lover
am quite partial to the bean
But have to say I’m spoilt
by that which comes from my machine
So absolutely gorgeous
is the flavour every day
that instant granules fade
To insignificance I’d say

Veronica

We found her in a sale
last year in quite a state
jaded and quite tired
and for planting, somewhat late

But this year our blue Veronica
her beauty to the fore
has grown and spread vivacious
to abundance here once more

To Liverpool

To Liverpool, a journey
Two hundred seventy miles
But I will see some friends again
I’ve not seen in a while

Just two days, all for business
But between and for good measure
I’ll find a little me time
for relaxing and for pleasure

Revisiting Life in Words

No.7 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

I like writing poems
I write one every day
‘Cos there’s lots in life to write about
and it’s nice to have a say
I’ll write about the sunshine
and I’ll write about the sea
I’ll write about ‘most anything
and sometimes simply me