There's a sunset coming though a ways off yet
I can see the glow to the West
as the evening time approaches now
a bid at my behest
It's yellow, pink and pastel
and full of warming glow
foretelling of a different time
that all too soon I'll know
It's a sunset of the summer
one of a perfect day
and though it's lasted many years
I'm ready now I'd say
So here I breathe and deeply
satisfaction is replete
as the sunset coming gathers pace
and sees this time complete
[And yes…there’s a metaphor here. Third line of verse three gives a clue to what it portends. But I suspect there will be several more over the next few months to give the game away]
It was raining in Brighton
and, strolling back to the car
parked there in Ann Street
from the centre, not far
We paused to admire
on the wall, ‘cross the way
some graffiti scrawled quickly
but with something to say
And in contemplative mood
we pondered the depth
penned by those words
whilst at our feet, quite perplexed
A young seagull ran by
so as not to intrude
For to spoil this fine moment
would have bordered on rude
Was there metaphor here?
Bob would have been proud
‘No woman, no cry’
is still shouting loud
...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...