Journey of Words

Category: Poetry

  • Pour une personne?

    “Oui, merci” he led on “Ici, monsieur.” last table I accept my fate . CLP 07/05/2020 →

  • On the Beach

    Plenty of pebbles Sunset glints and hints at one That soon warms in palm . CLP 07/05/2020 →

  • On Containment

    Well protected from Without from within looms large Now! Open the box . CLP 06/05/2020 →

  • Day 49

    There are some very long-lived people resident in Norfolk; the cool climate is clearly a contributor. Like living in a massive fridge, the chill stops one from going off, perhaps. I struggle with the dichotomy of clear blue sky matched with being perpetually cold. It is also true of this neck of the woods that →

  • Silence

    Hysterical times Switch right off, take hold of Time Listen to the Earth . CLP 26/04/2020 →

  • Day 48

    There are days when all details of its passing are over-shadowed by a few brilliant seconds, when there is no need to address the minutiae of the other hours. This morning from the west, following the channel of the drain by the coast road, I spot this year’s first flight of swifts, rising and falling →

  • On Democracy

    After this, where next? Internal dialogue asks Have I lost my voice? . CLP 04/05/2020 →

  • On Land

    As flood waters rise Adaptations to living And dying evolve . CLP 04/05/2020 →

  • Day 47

    Yesterday evening provided a striking sunset. The Sun appeared from behind the solid bank of cloud on its descent and glowed orange in a narrow, low band of clear sky on the horizon. The light was flooded out under the cloud bank across the reed beds, reflecting off the bottom of the clouds and the →

  • Wick’s End

    We lit the candle togetherHolding the splint, hand over handFlame flared, formed, flickeredCame to life We laughed and blew out the taperFollowed its dissipating smoke into the darkTurned our eyes to the fresh wax lightTo sprites dancing on the walls Laid enrapt until drowsyIn warmth formed bondsOf breath and limbsWe fell to sleep sapped of →