11 Mar 2022 1 Comment
in Happiness, Life, painting with words, poem, Poet, Poetry, wordsmith Tags: found, Happiness, Jemverse, life, lost, painting with words, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, precious, rhyme, wordsmith, writing poetry
Hidden in small corner I found something I'd lost saved me there the hardship of counting up a cost for it was something precious I hold dear to my heart and which when separated felt at loss when there apart So now it's found I'm happy reunited once again continuity rekindled as together we remain
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17 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Creative Writing, photo, Poet, Poetry, words Tags: found, lost, poem, poet, Poetry, rhyme, stanza, words, writing
We are lost words searching
for a poem we once knew
Somehow we were parted
and it’s left us feeling blue
We feel bereft and lacking
it’s not nice to be alone
We should be with all the other words
in a poem that’s our home
Perhaps we are unusual
yet we’re sure that given time
We’d find our place with all the rest
somewhere that has rhyme
We are ‘orange’; we are ‘rhythm’
warmth and movement guaranteed
Yet no fit to rhyming stanza
a fact by all agreed
We are ‘month’ and we are ‘walrus’
and can be added to a line
But we’ll never be there at the end
as none of us will rhyme
Yet here as you’ve been reading
we’ve been added just the same
And given home with other words
in some poetry again
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19 Nov 2014 5 Comments
in Life, Poetry Tags: direction, fog, found, lost, poem, Poetry, Sussex
Visibility almost zero
I can barely see the green
I know it’s out there somewhere
For it’s oft where I have been
Strange how unfamiliar
Things become on foggy days
I know this is the way to go
Despite this strange malaise
Nothing’s where I expect it though
The tree line’s disappeared
I’m beginning to walk aimlessly
And get lost just as I feared
But then, all of a sudden
The trees appear in front of me
Their ghostly apparition brings
A little clarity
My path remains uncertain
This pea soup thickens still
But there’s promise there before me
Strengthening my will
Resolve puts best foot forward
‘Carpe Diem’ (seize the day)
A metaphor from Sussex hills
To help me find my way
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23 Jun 2014 1 Comment
in Poetry, Writing 101 Tags: found, lost, poem, Poetry, writing 101
I’ve found it at last
It was lost but now found
And that’s good – it’s quite a relief
For despite all the hunting
In the obvious places
It was gone, such was my belief
Perhaps I had binned it
Or filed it away
To be found many years down the line
And puzzled over
By some other person
As to misdemeanour or crime
I thought I had slipped it
Inside a newspaper
Or a magazine in my bag
But having been through them
All several times
I’d not found it such was the drag
Given up then I had
A mystery to me
No clues had I where it lay
Until quite by chance
I happened on it
Right at the end of the day
So I’ve found it at last
I’m at peace once again
The niggling worry is gone
I’ll be off now to home
No more work for me
Now all the searching is done
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18 Jun 2014 2 Comments
in dreams, Poetry, Writing 101 Tags: dream, flower, found, poem, Poetry, sun, writing 101
Found a freedom in the day that the flower opened its fragrance to me
Saw at once the depths of its pleasure confirmed unequivocally
Spent a while with the breezes of seldom, paused at the bridge of relief
Smiled as the waters released their freedom absolutely to me
Wondered at the dream that had led me to them, refused to submit to the day
But knew for certain the moment was ending as movement began where I lay
Sleep, its dove-cote doors of slumber relinquished its hold once again
And I found myself back in the land of the living as the sun hastened in a new day.
… … …
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05 Jun 2014 3 Comments
in Children's Verse, Writing 101 Tags: found, lost, poem, poet, sad, writing 101
In a sultry part of the forest where the dandelions grow tall
And Abigail skipped lightly, too happy to see him fall
The sun shone bright and lazily, a sleepy afternoon haze
Where tears were little hidden things not to be seen for days
Happy at first, contented, watching life go by
Insects floating, soft he lay, nothing but a sigh
Whispering gentle, the sun grew long, shadows creeping in
Wondered then when she would come to hold and cuddle him
Dark the night, long and cold, the grass a hawthorn now
Course and rugged, hurting him, cold dew upon his brow
Matted fur and shivering, the shaking of his toes
A soft and fragile whimpering, a tear long on his nose
And back at home, the fretting one, no consoling she
Pined away for Little Ted, prayed on bended knee
Sobbing to the pillow soft, sleep came frail that night
A lonely pair, bereft in loss; pitiful that sight.
Morning dawning, sunshine bright, tried to smile away
But she could not be comforted on this her searching day
Back to the forest, long and dark, back the way she came
But alas, they passed him by, their searching all in vain
Little Ted, he heard her voice, tireless, calling him
But his little voice it would not reach her ears through nature’s din
Watched as shadows passed him by, tears flowed freely now
Longed to feel her warming hand soft upon his brow
Summer faded, Autumn came, leaves turned red and gold
And a farmer came a-walking, frail and very old
Prodding with his walking stick, found a little bear
Put him in his pocket instead of leaving him just there
And in market town that Wednesday, took him to the store
Asked Mrs Price to find a way to give him pride once more
Washed him then and spruced him, round his neck a bow
Sitting on a cardboard box with dollies in a row
And when Abigail came walking she saw him through the glass
“Little Ted!” she cried and then “I’ve found you at long last”
Re-united the happy pair skipped and danced again
A song of happiness sung then, hear long that glad refrain
Little bear lost yet found again, tears all dried up now
His small black nose now comforted, soft hand upon his brow
And Abigail, her smile complete holds Little Ted up high
And laughs long with the sunshine, a full contented sigh.
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