Journey of Words

Category: Poetry

  • Season’s End

    At last wind from the sea is welcome. Dust not leaf litter blows along gutters Pollarded beech trees add leafy tints to Frensham Road.   The movement of people is looser in summer shorts, blue shirt tops, although blue and white of Pompey scarves is still worn despite cricket weather heat.   Excitable sons gambol →

  • Bus

    The school day beckons Trails of teenage chat tv, teachers, trials of the timetable in breaking tones and husky bed-weakened chords ”Everyone in Year 9 is going to have a go at Her until basically she explodes.” and, oh yes, about friends too.   CLP  04/05/2018   →

  • Pling!

    Attention! Puny red icon with numeral here to make, break or shake you up, drag you down make you smile. Good or bad you. Not alone.   CLP  04/05/2018 →

  • May Day, Bognor Regis

    Pink petals wild blown accumulate in drifts fill gutters, kerbs billow into puffed up pillows.   Bared bottom leaves tilt up and wiggle, pale undersides frolic nude.   Baited by sunlight, naked limbs are dared to risk exposure so piercing beams, when whisked up with sea-cooled gusts, buff white skin pink.   CLP  01/05/2018   →

  • Blossom

    Pink and pale pink, white Vibrant in the city’s heart Nature subdues man   CLP  17/04/2018 International Haiku Day (Who decides?) →

  • Woodpecker

    Can you hear the knocking? Reverberating, Fading thocking? Nature’s glockenspiel.   CLP 04/03/2018 →

  • Giardino Maria Luisa Fagnocchi Rava

    A fatica Mi distacco da te e nel pensiero dell’ultima ora ti porteró nel cuore (M L Fagnocchi, Ravenna, fulgida d’oro) – – – – – – – – – – – – And finally Amidst accumulated Alpine snows At the last hour You open your heart to Love. CLP 05/04/2018   In response to →

  • Tonight Live at Institut de Beauté…

    the IMMUTABLE FAMILY Supported by OBLIVIOUS DAD CAREER-BREAK MUM Introducing by special invitation for one night only The Other Men Also featuring THE SULLEN KIDS CouldaWouldaShoulda The Lame Excuses MOTEL MATCHES PUBLIC INTIMACY ERRORS OF JUDGEMENT The Sympathetic Neighbours FUCK THE MORTGAGE!! Opiate Overdose and Strangely Peaceful… CLP 03/04/2018 N.B. The prompt today from http://www.napowrymo.net →

  • Echoes

    Off tops of greening trees Across fresh flowering fields Over rushing muddied streams I hear her. The broad expanse of Verdant chalk down rolling Rounded curves and valleys Carry her voice. She wheels above Unseen against high bright sun In glaring blue Feathered fingers, arc’d wings Float in thermal pools Circular drifting Her broadcast presence →