Journey of Words

Category: Poetry

  • owls

    we diverted into a field gatewayparked up, got out to watchthe rising Harvest Mooncreate silhouettes of Scotch Pinesmist from the marsh crept upembraced us in its chillI heard one. she whisperedjust loud enoughto give me goosebumps~ CLP 24/09/2021 →

  • on Switzerland ii

    the planets and starsworry not about our troublesthey rise above us ~ n.b. Jupiter and satellites with Mars over Lac Léman. CLP 24/09/2021 →

  • on Switzerland

    fog patches the lakefills mountain hollowscrows welcome autumnand so many sparrowsat café tableshopping through hedgeson window ledgesliving off crumbslast nightin the marble foyer of La Postea street-dirty sleeping bagheavy with sleeperthis courteousstable, securediscreet nationhas many sparrows~ CLP 24/09/2021 →

  • on dusk

    Sun barely abedwhen with a gleam in his eyesfat orange Moon wakes n.b. Jupiter and her offspring were on their way home too. A busy hour or so around the horizon as the autumn equinox hoves into view. CLP 22/09/2021 →

  • on morning

    sunlight kisses cornersshadows fade into solidscertainty returns ~ CLP 22/09/2021 →

  • on swimming

    break the cool surfacefeel it slide up your body?yes, you’re beautiful ~ CLP 21/09/2021 →

  • Gnomic

    once moreto Switzerlandstable, courteousdiscreet, securecorrupt like your cheeseexpensiveand full of holes ~ CLP 21/09/2021 →

  • the nine

    caught in bedtrappedby the mechanismin that momentcrushedwe watch, wait, adaptto your painful progresswe learnto live withinconveniencewe wish you wellbut must press onwith the demandsof our digital worldregardless ~ CLP 21/09/2021 →

  • on time

    we approach halfwaybetween summer and winternight prepares her cloak ~ n.b. Autumnal equinox in the northern hemisphere in 2021 falls around 23rd September. CLP 21/09/2021 →

  • embroidery

    how much of these reels remainstretched so long in our wakewe lose the golden threads in twilightcatching only rare glintssnagged by sunsetstrung over hills hazed by evening mistthat fogs the vales we negotiatedthrough ill-lit phases of many moonswhen we lay awakeeach hearing lone minutes unspoolwe cannot prevent this cord running outbut have we enough in →