Poetry Blog by Jemima Jones
Noticing her arrival on this sun hazed and dazed afternoon
it's late goldenness still current in the sad everywhere of about.
Rank upon rank headstone announcements of past lives
some illegibly obscured by the darkening of age and lichen
gently agitating the memberships of the living
with untroubled duties of remembrance.
A beloved epitaph beckon's mournfully
Sunday 4th August 2019 12:05 am
Precious new member of humanity
flesh flower about to grow in earth's garden
lullabied into every slumber with soft songs and sighs
wondering how that little yet fully unwrapped mind
will go about life composing.
Soon to disown namelessness and disrobe swaddling attire
pretty passenger alighting from the wombs nine months journeying carriage
unlocking existences door....
Friday 2nd August 2019 1:31 pm
Charabanc to seaside outing
and in being with them all
out went the tide drudge of work
in came the tide of pure enjoyment.
Skirts tucked in knicker legs
little screams when they couldn't jump high enough
to stop cold seawater from chilling higher up moon white legs
small laugh inspiring shocks
later laid to rest with hot fish and chips
followed by a couple of ...
Sunday 28th July 2019 7:04 pm
Arising in bedsit land
tunes her learning mind
into hearing above the towns waking noises
the bell ringings call to academic arms superiority.
Sifts the coming day's literary, needs
appropriate hard backed educational harbingers.
Below her creaking floor,
other achievers to be
are joining in the morning's usual routined mayhem.
Shelved in sunlight Coleridge rep...
Thursday 25th July 2019 6:18 pm
Needing a finale.
Going off with my ever so long ladder
to descend into the void
of midnights black slumberless mine
frustratingly chipping away
at the layers of withheld sleep
trying to hack out gems of subconsciousness
restlessnesses reparative rubies
while keeping an eye on the tenebrous sky
knowing that when the Moon instantly hides its face
Wednesday 24th July 2019 2:13 pm
Coldly do I contemplate abandonment
by two foolish to themselves lovers.
He who now wakes to greet nothing but loneliness
sad, wintry faced.
He struck by realisations lightning
regretting damaging words
impossible to regurgitate.
Inciting the question.
Do both their hearts
Friday 19th July 2019 3:53 pm
Soothe me with dreams, dream-maker when I sleep
pour them generously, softly into my slumbering mind
as it escapes from the world.
May each burn brightly
with the flames of, a beauty, a peace
yet undisclosed to the light of any day
those of a kind my heart has never before felt
those of a kind my eyes have never before seen
those of a kind my soul has ever before...
Saturday 13th July 2019 6:19 pm
I'm writing in sorrow
about loss, waste, and sheer stupidity
moistening this paper
with yet more angrily burning hot tears
for a planet being increasingly abused
whose end we hear knocking louder and louder on our door.
No, there will not always be another tomorrow
mornings will not be broken like the first morning
That once reminding breat...
Saturday 13th July 2019 11:44 am
......move along please
there's nothing for your scavenging eyes to feed on.
The hot breaking news
of whatever violent act took place
the bloodstains on the pavement tell of
have become yesterdays flames
now extinguished by the lack of daily interest
and behind the yellow police tape
only the passing of time and echoes of condemnation remain
like a barren field
Tuesday 9th July 2019 10:59 am
Of Paul Newmans absence
her sadness has never been greater.
How his blue eyes released a kind of beauty
she will never see again
even now as she recalls all he has given to her adoring world
he still has her
her idol, her maker of sexual fantasy
dying in the heaven of his arms
dream by dream, kiss by ghostly kiss.
Friday 5th July 2019 3:28 pm
Close by to and smelling the smoke
of cruel fingered, beautiful Pheasant killing guns on a hillside
their hot twin barrels poking out from clusters of undergrowth
causing me to partially inhale
the little slow drifting clouds of cordite they emit.
I know these images I am sketching for you with words
are not humane ones by any stretch of the imagination
but I need to use ...
Monday 24th June 2019 3:51 pm
It was soon after your beloved dog had passed away
that I saw you at the animal sanctuary
looking in each kennel.
I could all too easily imagine
you having your heart and soul
benevolently wide open
like two angels showing you the way to redemption
showing you how to light the new way
back to your old canine loving happinesses.
Tuesday 18th June 2019 11:36 pm
The lonely old man
entering his front door......calls out
Hello empty house, I'm home home home home
Saturday 8th June 2019 3:58 pm
I own a little plate sized graveyard
in which I have buried many flies
a plant pot soil filled cemetery
a lovely flowered place of rest
for every one that dies
but if you think I say a prayer over each one
don't worry my reply to you won't be stroppy
because its true-I DO! and do you know why?
it is because I'm the Queen of all things soppy!
Monday 3rd June 2019 3:24 pm
Heading towards the sea
a little boy doddering over sand folds
won't give up and can't be parentally coaxed back
keeps right on course, leaving doll sized footprints in his progress
down to the waves
getting there his tiny toes are lathered by cold foam
he lets out a joyous scream but doesn't retreat.
With age and healths allowance
he will bring his guardians back here...
Saturday 1st June 2019 12:44 pm
Sorrow, in the heaviest form
had me counting memories
we had both shared Granddad
testing my capability to hold back tears
and stop my heart from breaking into pieces
hearing about you passing away in a retirement home
picturing your final scene,
the earth rising above you
as you slowly, slowly descended
submerging into the darkness
on your way to the light.
Tuesday 28th May 2019 10:50 am
In the bright Moonlight, I saw two Owls in the tree outside my bedroom window
perched like two escaped book-ends that no longer wanted the job of propping books up
two hooting head 'swivellers'.
Out of the shadows, a gatecrasher tried to join them,
a Nightingale, one of the churring songsters
famed for melodiously lulling to sleep the residents of Berkeley Square
Monday 27th May 2019 3:27 pm