Outside my window, early hours
moonlight bright as day
there beneath a darkened sky
had something to say
So intently there I listened
to the words that softly came
kissed with moonbeam presence
akin to aspartame
And as soon as I had heard them
with my pen poised ready there
committed them to paper
so with you I could now share
I've been in conversation now
since December twenty-two
Twelve poems of obscurity
in verse right here to you
The recondite of English language
explored, brought to the fore
yet with this colloquy today
alas, there'll be no more
Not that I've exhausted
this vast vocabulary
just that I've picked the very best
that have appealed to me
So here, equivocal, recherché
my final offering
of English language foibles
in colloquy I bring
In the ‘Colloquy’ series I’ve explored twelve of the English languages’ more recondite words. ‘Overmorrow (4/12/22)’, Verismilitude (5/12/22)’, ‘Floccinaucinihilipilification (29/12/22)’, Coddiwomple (3/1/23)’, ‘Erf (8/1/23)’, Discombobulate (21/1/23)’, ‘Velleity (30/1/23)’, ‘Fudgel (26/2/23)’, ‘Sylvan (18/3/23)’, ‘Wherewithal (14/4/23)’, and ‘Excogitating (28/4/23)’. You can read each of these on Jemverse using the search box at the top of the homepage.
This short verse gone in a blink
and though severed, secured by link
as the poet commits to ink
Each tercet brings its own charm
so there is nothing here to harm
in fact an antonym to arm
And though perhaps not quite in clover
there's still at element of lover
as the poet's hand cries now its over
Many thanks to Venkat at ‘Quatrain Poems‘ for the inspiration. This is an example of ‘Diminishing Verse’ – usually written in tercets (rhyming or not), the first letter of the end word in the previous line is removed to form a new one at the end of the second and again in the third.
There once was a poem, it lived in my head
where it churned and prospered and grew
Words came and went, stanzas they changed
Syntax coaxed old from the new
And unlike the ones that I write every day
this one shunned limelight and stayed
mysteriously there in the background
not yet to be up there, displayed
But then one proud day it appeared on the page
and encouraged my pen with its form
the one it had nurtured all of this time
waiting there in the wings to adorn
My Jemverse poetry blog with the rest
that I publish each day without fail
hoping to illicit from those who read
as another one here to regale
In the quiet still of these crystal moments
when the morning whispers at sun's first call
and slumber echoes on the dove-cote doors of sleep
a world lies waiting for the day
and there you will find me, pen in hand
poised for the never failing still voice of inspiration
and when it comes, as it always will
these virgin sheets meet my words
A new book so a new poem
as it is the thing to do
with virgin pages waiting
for some words quite fresh and new
So here are several lines
of rhyming verse to fit
the nuance of that simple plea
with nonchalance and wit
And as this book is likely
to last perhaps a year
expect to see more poems
like this in this space appear
With purpose in mind my best foot I place
metaphorically forward with zest
as with wherewithal there
with a purpose to share
I will give this plan all of my best
It's essence simplistic and outcome quite clear
it's quite simple, straightforward I'd say
so swift to fruition
with this intuition
put down in these words for today
And it's something that you can with likewise intent
apply to whatever you want
a blueprint with ease
to immediately please
from the anxious to the nonchalant
[In the ‘Colloquy’ series, I’m exploring some of the English language’s more obscure words. Some little used, some no longer used but all recondite. ‘Wherewithal’ (noun) is the means needed for a particular purpose]
When you write something
of which you are proud
and brings you a smile
and makes you shout loud
'Cos you know that the words
which have come from your heart
are worthy to share
and to others impart?
Well that's what this series
sets to capture with zest
'cos these are the words
which to me are the best
The ones I have written
which I'm pleased with the most
and with you I now share
with Jemverse the host
Darkened the tunnel beckoned
as sunlight filtered through
so gingerly I ventured
to the sylvan place I knew
The sound of trickled water
from the river down below
brought comfort to my quickened step
with beauty there on show
And together all this acquiesced
to hallowed moments there
the closest thing to heaven
which I dare now here to share
[In the ‘Colloquy’ series, I’m exploring some of the English language’s more obscure words. Some little used, some no longer used but all recondite. ‘Sylvan’ is an adjective and defines as living or located in the woods or forest]
Don't get the wrong impression
my colleagues, reading this
as I'm not one for fudgel
as for me my work is bliss
But on occasion there are times
especially of late
when a fudgel is more common
in attempts to graciate
As with retirement looming
ever closer now these days
I find myself succumbing to
a new relaxing phase
[In the ‘Colloquy’ series, I’m exploring some of the English language’s more obscure words. Some little used, some no longer used but all recondite. ‘Fudgel’ is a verb and is defined as the act of giving the impression you’re working when you’re not.]
...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...