Journey of Words

Category: Poetry

  • on summer

    It’s not the weatherIt’s the lightGive me moreIt will be dark long enoughWhen it finally catches meUntil thenGive me light ~ CLP 15/06/2024 →

  • on home

    Offered up without a thought“Stay”How warm the welcomeHow deep the needEscape it allYou’ll never leave“Stay”Where you are happyTake up the offerWithout a thoughtYou can stayIf you don’t have somewhere elseYou’d have to leave ~ CLP 12/06/2024 →

  • on Ukraine

    now it reaches outconsuming children at playbeyond all reason ~ n.b. What military people might call an advance, is in truth, a retreat into depravity. The attack on Kryvyi Rih is an act of terrorism. CLP 12/06/2024 →

  • on time

    I am determined to sit outTo drink my chaiIt’s the eleventh of JuneA date higher than the temperatureLook at us!Coated, booted, collars upHands in pocketsMourningThe death of summerScythed down from the northI have enjoyed better weatherHereIn November~ CLP 11/06/2024 →

  • on Ukraine

    Slithering boaconstrictor tightens its holdTears of frustration ~ n.b. In Moscow, the New York Times reports, ‘victory’ is a word often heard. The fight goes on. Where is a peace plan? Peace cannot come without an even balancing of power. Russia will not stop unless its army is halted. Where will that line be drawn? →

  • on time

    grab it while you cansuch precious serene secondssand runs through fingers ~ CLP 10/06/2024 →

  • on time

    the young men I watchedas a kidplay footballwin trophiesare old men nowill, dying, deadmaybe it is sadbut I am gladI saw them playat their peakproviding memoriesof which I can speakthey light firesin my eyes stillDavies, Hiron, BallI still see them all ~ n.b. There are many, many more. Thank you lads. CLP 09/06/2024 →

  • Lighting Up Time

    Sunlight’s final glowMoonlight slices throughNight’s deepening bruiseStreet lamps spark upDazzling carsAuthority of red ~ CLP 09/06/2024 →

  • on cycling

    ‘when the fun stops stop’the gambling adverts adviseas they play with our headsthere’s no such thingas free moneyit costs a lot to winand winning can cost everythingif you are bicyclingwhen the fun stopsyou’ve just got to keep onspinning those wheelsuntil something shiftsgears in your headstopping is not an optionthe fun becomes being ~ n.b. For →

  • on Broadmarsh

    built, abandonedpart-demolishedin a lifetimedecay of a vibrant cityrusting steel wiredusty crumbling concrete wallstwisted metal window framesboarded off from pedestrianswho are diverted up the hillpast the empty shell of Debenham’swhere the busker singsThings Have Changed ~ n.b. Nottingham has changed. Improved? Not for a visitor to say. Bob Dylan link here. CLP 06/05/2024 →