The poem below was inspired by a theme introduced at Jonathan's fortnightly writing group meeting. The theme was "The end of the World" Enjoy! There is more information on poetry below:
In simple terms there are two types of poetry - rhyming and non rhyming or free verse which has no set meter to it. Jonathan has written both types and published a few. One of each type has been featured here. Both of these poems were published in the UK in a soft cover book entitled 'Words from the Web'.
There are many other types - ballads, limericks, haikus, sonnets and more.
Jonathan believes a poem should paint a picture and should feature beautiful words but it should make some sense. A lot of poems appear to be just a jumble of words that are either incredibly deep or don't mean much at all. Jonathan writes poetry for fun and has no real intention of pursuing a writing career as a poet. Jonathan's poems are either humorous, paint pictures with beautiful words or tell a story.
My Garden Gone
My garden is gone there is no doubt
A victim of the ravages of the cursed drought
The grass is dead, in fallen repose
Survived perhaps by the resilient rose
The trees are bare, the twigs do snap
And there's an empty bowl beneath the tap
The ground is cracking, brittle and dry
And there's not a cloud in the clear blue sky
The smell of citrus has departed the air
And the dust has settled every where
The sun sears down and dries one's eyes
A constant companion, the heat and the flies
If a cloud appears it's gone in a day
Leaving no moisture for which we pray
The sky turns red as the sun starts its rest
But the heat lingers and makes us depressed
I yearn for the Autumn, or is it the Fall
For long cool evenings and grass that is tall
For the dew on the leaves and smells like spice
And the colourful hues that look ever so nice
I want the greens and the reds to colour my day
And long days of rain to wash the dust away
For the soil to dampen and fill every crack
But most of all, I want my garden back
That look, those staring eyes
I feel them on me now,
Probing every part of my body
A look of desire and adulation
The smile, almost a smirk,
Confirming what she is seeking
She wants me all to herself.
I sit in my chair, tense
Our eyes lock on each other
My pulse rate quickens
I uncross my legs in anticipation
She moves slowly
Uncoiling herself for me
A pink tongue and white teeth appear
She licks her lips sensuously
She interprets my smile as a yes.
She stands and stretches
Her body lithe and athletic
I am envious of her flexibility
Her movements are so graceful,
As she slowly bridges the gap
I stretch my legs out,
Arms by my sides, my breathing shallow.
I am ready for her.
In a millisecond she is on my lap
I gasp waiting for her next move
I caress her neck
My fingers glide along her back
She is so beautiful.
She slowly settles upon me.
Her tail flicks my face
Then the purring starts
She has me where she wants me,
Until it's time for her nightly feed.