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
'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
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
Twenty-nine letters; testament to the fact
that in estimation and to be exact
the action describing this noun in these words
is so far from worthless as to be absurd
It may be true, it may be not
in wintertime to feel quite hot
that actually would say a lot
as you may well be ill
Yet verisimilitudes may well
get in the way and seem to tell
that ailments are there to quell
with warmth opposed to chill
Today's overmorrow Tuesday will be
and the week will just have begun
then two overmorrows thereafter we'll see
a week that is almost done
But three overmorrows, it's not long to wait
if a week you need to pass by
so take that to heart and you will find
that time will literally fly
Concluding ‘The Word II’ series from Jemverse (10 of 10)
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
As a candle burned into the night
the poet played a game
Chasing words that tried to hide
behind the flickering flame
But however hard the poet tried
he could not catch but one
The words were quick to disappear
as they were having fun
Just a few words is all it takes
To change the way I feel
Escapism? Maybe sometimes
But they have the power to heal
In just a few words each morning
I will find a way to say
Something new to bring good cheer
And brighten up my day
Wordplay is a marvellous thing
Finding ways to rhyme
It needs patience and vocabulary
And occasionally time
Syllabic sequencing is key
For some words just don’t fit
They need to flow right off the page
Needing humour, yes; and wit
I have a new ideas book the old one’s full up now
Something to carry round with me, comforting somehow
It’s not unlike a camera capturing words I see each day
These pages are my memory card recording what I write and say
Digitalisation in reverse with manual edits done
My words are transferred to the Mac for more ethereal fun
But there’s the rub, for I have both, a digital one and paper
Original scribbles there to cherish for every published caper
I am your words there for the taking
sometimes accepted sometimes not.
Yet I remain. Captured, I am released
yet no malice there, or jealousy.
For I am yours and will always be
to use as you will, to leave as you choose.
When you find me I am crafted
like clay to the potter to form or substance;
a thing of beauty. For I am your words
I'm going to write an extra poem today
I'm sure no-one will mind
As it helps me to express myself
And most days to unwind
Poems are like sketches
As they capture little words
And paint pictures of the nuances
the normal and absurd
Fifteen minutes to write a few words
what will they feature today?
Will they be about sun 'cos it's raining outside
to encourage it swiftly away?
Will they capture a smile instead of a frown
which autumn and winter I'd say
don't do a lot to dissuade a long face
from becoming the norm by the day
For words, they have magical charm by the spade
with the power to do what they like
so when weather is fickle and continues with rain
in a poem it can just take a hike
Fifteen minutes to write a few words
almost done now but with good resolve
as they've brought to the fore a voice there that speaks
to encourage joie de vivre to evolve