Lots of yellow caught my eye
effervescent in the sun
on someone else's plot of land
but lovely there for everyone
And it is quite impossible
when faced with things like this
not to sport a little grin
as you are taken close to bliss
Every once in every while
as I write I find a smile
It has a lot to do with style
and sometimes just a little guile
So as I write I find that I’ll
find words which rhyme which I’ll compile
All to combine to my profile
Some words are formal some freestyle
But all of which when read erstwhile
serve to please and reconcile
So please don’t think that I’m puerile
or even somewhat juvenile
But think instead that it’s worthwhile
to bring a grin and make you smile
Golden rays from the sun on a towerblock landscape
The city rests from the day
And suit-clad workers on the train rattle by
The twenty-past eight on its way
The tannoys are quiet now, the sirens at rest
A brittle peace settles in
But there, in the silence of commuter unrest
A man sits alone with his grin
He’s known all the pressures, known all the gripes
He’s seen them all come and all go
But he’s outlived them all and now he is he here
The only one in the know
For the grin hides a secret that’s hidden quite well
Yet it’s there for any who dare
Spare a moment from their time-driven closeted worlds
To see what’s really out there
For now though the man with the grin settles down
And for the moment I fear he’s alone
Except maybe for the lady several carriages down
Who’s captured the sunset by phone.
The brighter side is always
The better place to see
Whatever life may throw at us
And wherever we may be
There may be situations
We would rather not be in
But there’s usually something good to find
To bring a smile or grin
Learning from the Pythons
Helps to lessen stress and strife
Humming inwardly and looking
On the brighter side of life
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
Jemverse is life in words. Hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoy the writing...