Journey of Words

Category: Poetry

  • on man

    concrete emplacementspromise mutual destructionofficial secrets ~ n.b. Cold War relics. Orfordness, Suffolk. Who knew? No surprise a nuclear power plant sprung up nearby. Sizewell C anyone? CLP 01/01/2022 →

  • on time

    see how fast they fallsand grains tumble from the glass leaving only light ~ n.b. Composed of stardust, we are held here for long as we are remembered, as complete and incomplete as others can recall. We become not what we think of ourselves, but what others think of us. CLP 31/12/2021 →

  • on colour

    everything is greywe negotiate its shadesnothing black or white ~ CLP 30/12/2021 →

  • on time

    a pang or a paina tired ache or under strainstill my beating heart ~ n.b. Life in this old dog yet? CLP 29/12/2021 →

  • on time

    final whistle blownstadium quickly emptiedmemories diverge ~ n.b. Twenty thousand people, twenty thousand stories. ~ CLP 27/12/2021 →

  • on time

    hours spent at a deskbecause the balance betweenpay and life is wrong ~ CLP 25/12/2021 →

  • on space

    as I die will I rememberwhen we were in our teenswalking you home, my bicycle to handunder a sky so deepthe enormity of creation emphasisedthe insignificance of us? ~ CLP 25/12/2021 →

  • on time

    quickly faster nowhurry up mustn’t be latethis is all I have ~ CLP 25/12/2021 →

  • magicians

    startling trilling songa pair of wrens exchanging rapidly delivered melodiesthe first on buddleja behind the old brick wallfilling the levelled yard with songopposite the old wharf-side warehousesits opposite sat bowing the tip of the lone fircalling up the Sun from behind the woodclumped along the ridgewhere tonight the calls of owls will conjure up the →

  • on birdsong

    frost feathers windscreenssharp lunarian lightblackbird’s confusion ~ n.b. City living can be exhausting, not least when an excess of light blurs night with day. Birdsong can be heard at all hours, under a clear sky when a full moon rises. ~ CLP 22/12/2021 →