Art is such a personal space

Where easels take a special place

Time stands still, mind performs

Visions of violent thunderstorms.

A pallet laid out rainbow shades

Brushes rags various blades

A blank canvas stands before

Awaits the artist to adore.

But as in life it’s not easy

At first you sit there bright and breezy

It’s then that you just realize

That you’re not Da Vinci in disguise.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

I must make time so much to do
Where to start not a clue
For reasons I just don’t know why
Minutes just keep flying by.

Make a coffee sip a while
Watch the clock hands on the dial
Settle to a comfort state
Alas those chores will have to wait.

Panicked now I chase around
All my plans have run aground
Take a breath relax and say
Tomorrow is just another day.

jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Within my heart a quiet room

Where you abide memories abloom

A fragrance you left in my soul

Sounds of soothing rivers roll

In your garden roses 🌹 bloom

Lifting spirits out of the gloom

A place where sometimes I abide

To have you with me by my side.

jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

There was no difference in our appearance

Before that adult interference

Subtle hints of disapproval

Then that play day blank refusal.

At five I could not understand

One minute we were holding hands

Playing games side by side

I’ll be husband you’ll be bride.

But in time we grew older

Things became a little colder

The attitude had left a scar

She was a migrant from Myanmar.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

A moment sitting by your side

I thought your eyes just opened wide

A glimpse of who you were before

Your brain shut down closed that door.

A mother whom I’d come to love

A treasure given from above

Childhood memories streaming by

A single tear came to my eye.

But life it runs in many streams

Sometimes happy others screams

If you can hear me let me say

You were my comfort in every way.

JPoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

suspended in my sleepless night

Twisting turning tiredness fight

Drifting dreams shadows shiver

Frightened how I quake and quiver.

How quickly thoughts run astray

In such a terror laden way

Under covers breathing deep

Ghostly traces inside creep.

Glinting now in morning sun

Beads of sweat on body run

Suddenly it all was clear

From imagination arose fear.

J. Poet 7 (@wordverse.me)

How easily the earth can turn

As trees within the forests burn

on an axis Rotating Spinning

As its outer layer is thinning.

Talk of glacial degradation

Cutting short life’s expectation

Icebergs going into meltdown

Land submerge the planet drown.

Tidal waves encroach dry land

Conservation dismissed out of hand

Burned our coals, felled our trees

Brought our planet to its knees.

@wordverse.me

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( a tribute to The Emergency services ).

Baton down the hatches

A weatherman did say

Isobars have tightened

There’s a hurricane on the way.

Wild winds will be whipping

Up a mighty storm

Washing winding waters

A landscape to transform.

Life throws us many problems

At times hard to understand

There’s always someone out there

To lend a helping hand.

@wordverse.me

At the National Botanical gardens. Dublin.