Journey of Words

Category: Poetry

  • on time

    there’s an old sayinghave a good time, all the timeis that possible? ~ n.b. Brighton gives it a bloody good go! CLP 17/05/2023 →

  • on time

    Rough old seaside townWhen not putting on a frontCan be quite charming ~ n.b. Brighton, if you were asking. Yes, I know it is a city now, but not when I first knew it. CLP 16/05/2023 →

  • 14th May

    See what happens?You finally make an effortTo shrug off Winter’s grim shroudMusic, dancingsmiles, joyful tearsand yes, the swiftsSwooping and slicingthrough the humid airskimming chimney potsTheir shrieking and screamingis, I suppose,what they excuse as singing ~ n.b. No guarantee of a good summer. CLP 15/05/2023 →

  • on Ukraine

    “…if real peace talks start”the newspaper suggestedwhat a bloody game ~ CLP 12/05/2023 →

  • thunder storm

    In false warmth of MayAnvil clouds pile upEclipse the blueCast down hail stonesLightning spearing the gloomBasal crashes shaking the old townStair rods rattling on the streetsDon picks up his bedrollSeeks shelterIn the cathedral porchJean stumbles to the libraryHer mismatched clothesSelected from chance findsAnd what she stuffed into a rucksackOn escaping homeAaron sweats in his black →

  • on time

    on empty platformI coulda, woulda, shouldayour train long departed ~ n.b. When’s the last train? CLP 11/05/2023 →

  • on Ukraine

    We wait for the cuckoosTheir calls prompting dreams of summerYou wait for the cuckoos to leaveTheir absence prompting dreams of peace ~ CLP 10/05/2023 →

  • Leaves

    I hearTrees tremblingBefore I feelA dropletCold on my browBefore I seeDark spotsMarking the pathBefore I chooseTo walk onUnder shivering oak leaves ~ CLP 10/05/2023 →

  • at last

    is it just likethata flat line runninguntil the monitor is switched offcleaned down, preparedfor anotheror are there hiccoughsglitcheshesitations, lost hoursresumptionsimperceptiblediminuation of sparkuntil the inevitablethe flame extinguishedbut no smoking candlejust gone ~ CLP 09/05/2023 →

  • on train windows

    I forgot how raindropsRun in ribbonsAcross the paneCoalesce, bursting throughThe meniscus of dropletsWhich are then swallowed upBy bigger dropsWhich swell at each impactUntil the tension becomes too greatAnd they peel awayTo form a drunken linePlotting the relationshipBetween the train’s velocityAnd the pull of gravity ~ CLP 06/05/2023 →