Poetic-Verses-Awakening Spirits and Memories
Morning ritual!
Bushes in the wind
Shaking all aquiver
Water streaming down the road
A black tarmac river
Rain pit pattering
Against the window pane
Here I am stood waving
Goodbye once again
Every morning
The ritual of farewell
Each and every day
The same story I tell
A black carriage awaits
Onward to the sea
Time quickly moves
And soon he returns to me
The day is different
Each one brings things anew
Softly whispering winds
Flowers and bushes grew
Sometimes rain
Others, bright sunshine
Winds howling
Or a gentle breeze growling
Trees swishing in the wind
Flower heads dancing
Birds singing,
And those on the wing
A dog tail wags
Greeting of a neighbour
Cars turning
Head lights burning
Yet here I stand
In silk of different hues
Arm raised in final salute
On many sights I muse
People travelling to work
Black tie and suit, high heels
Handbag and briefcase gripped
Waistlines tightly nipped
Children, quiet, still in bed
Sleeping! Dreaming
Of innocence, in their head
All is stillness
An unreality
As I stand and wave away
The day stands still for me
For awhile!
For this is the time
When I'm feeling at my best
Looking out from the doorway
At nature at her loveliest!
Jayc
15th June 2005
Shaking all aquiver
Water streaming down the road
A black tarmac river
Rain pit pattering
Against the window pane
Here I am stood waving
Goodbye once again
Every morning
The ritual of farewell
Each and every day
The same story I tell
A black carriage awaits
Onward to the sea
Time quickly moves
And soon he returns to me
The day is different
Each one brings things anew
Softly whispering winds
Flowers and bushes grew
Sometimes rain
Others, bright sunshine
Winds howling
Or a gentle breeze growling
Trees swishing in the wind
Flower heads dancing
Birds singing,
And those on the wing
A dog tail wags
Greeting of a neighbour
Cars turning
Head lights burning
Yet here I stand
In silk of different hues
Arm raised in final salute
On many sights I muse
People travelling to work
Black tie and suit, high heels
Handbag and briefcase gripped
Waistlines tightly nipped
Children, quiet, still in bed
Sleeping! Dreaming
Of innocence, in their head
All is stillness
An unreality
As I stand and wave away
The day stands still for me
For awhile!
For this is the time
When I'm feeling at my best
Looking out from the doorway
At nature at her loveliest!
Jayc
15th June 2005
