Journey of Words

Journey of Words…latest posts

  • A Jungle

    He saysMy body is a jungleOne morning I wakeAnd a snake bites meThe next, a tigerWhich begs the questionOf body and soulMind and heartSomeone saysListen to your bodyAdmittedly not an easy thingFor a man to doListenThat river running through itBlood or alcohol?That breathAir or wind?CalcificationFossilisationGlacial erosionOf allThat was fluid and firmJungle drumsPounding in my earsWaterfalls Read more

  • on stage

    one persona droppedcrowd pleasing stand-in rocks upit’s all projection ~ n.b. You’ll ‘aving a Good Time? Of course we are, silly! CLP 26/05/2024 Read more

  • Organic Veg Section

    We kissedAu revoirNext the organic cucumbersIn Morrison’sWe’ll meet againAt a mutually convenient junctureWhen we mustSurelyMake better useOf our time ~ n.b. Friday night. Bank Holiday weekend in May. Not raining. ~ CLP 24/04/2024 Read more

  • on May

    You with hot-water bottleDuvet, purr of kneading catI walk happily homeFull Moon rising through oaksCondensation clouds windscreensI etch PFC with my finger on oneI ❤️ U on anotherThe moisture will lift with the morning sunPFC will be wiped off first thingThe heart, I and U will linger longer ~ n.b. Yes, I know, ‘How old Read more

  • on rain

    somewhere there’s a changeinconvenience to joyclearing atmosphere ~ n.b. Not necessarily sunshine after the rain, but clarity and a freshness that opens the horizon and lungs. Tomorrow is different, warmings of flash flooding have been circulated. CLP 23/05/2024 Read more

  • on Ukraine

    What is the problem?He asks The West quite rightly‘You’re our canary’ ~ n.b. Miners used to take a canary into the shafts and galleries to help identify the odourless poison gases underground. Those canaries saved a lot of miners, but a lot of canaries never made it out alive. CLP 21/05/2024 Read more