Journey of Words

I write as I wonder as I wander.

Christopher L Perry

Journey of Words…latest posts

  • 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… Read more

  • 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   Read more

  • 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 Read more

  • 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   Read more

  • Blossom

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

  • Woodpecker

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