On the footbridge, leaning
Tide low on the ebb, water slow
Seagulls lazy, playfully flitting
Low over the sinking river.
Whilst over the hills in the west
The golden sun waves farewell
It is a smile I am thinking now
But soon a tear trickles,
Meets the curl of my lips so you can see
That this is joy I am feeling.
Waving, I whisper a ‘Thank You’
Knowing well that I will know
This warming pleasure again tomorrow
It is a short farewell; a brief passing
And I am so thankful.
A kiss at sunset with salt in the air.
Jem Croucher (Jemverse)
About me – I’ve been writing poetry for over 40 years, but I’m still learning. Words have a special comfort and I love finding ways to craft them into pieces of prose for others to enjoy. The sea and Sussex (UK) where I live is my inspiration. But though you’ll find a lot about those things in my words, I love writing about everything and anything that happens in life.
I’ve been published in three poetry anthologies but am currently looking toward the e-world. Recently, I’ve been using WordPress to spread the word about http://jemverse.wordpress.com. Jemverse – Life in Words.