Journey of Words

Tag: Friendship

  • Wild Garlic

    Shimmering sheets of ramsonsSpread through the woodRipple in the feckless breezeFootsteps fall softAs if in day old snowEvery gentle crunchEmits another pungent breathBetween harsh shadowsOf ash and sycamoreSquinting in steely sunlightShe stoops to gatherA small handful here another therePicking her way homeWith spring-stained fingers~ CLP 07/04/2025 →

  • A Short Story

    How do you iron out your past?Re-tell the story until it bores youWhen you finally realiseEveryone else was boredYears agoDo you write it outChoosing the best bitsOmitting the worst?Or vice versa? How do you move on?~Here is a version of The Story of Woody and Johnny, (Johnny’s narrative).Thank you for reading. →

  • on Ukraine

    The Art of The Dealis to treat all as a gameto exploit weaknessThe Art of The Dealis about acquisitionbluster and bullyThe Art of The Dealis to get all that you wantignoring othersThe Art of The Dealis for gangsters and mobsterswith no legal boundsThe Art of The Dealis about winners and losersfighters not loversThe Art of →

  • on ice

    bright green shoots emergefrom iced arboreal littergoldfinches chitter~ n.b. A day of brilliant sunshine to lift the spirits after loss and accompanying sadness. As an aside, is the attentive robin a messenger from a much loved soul? CLP 07/01/2025 →

  • on time

    how our shared hours fleeminutes drag in your absencetomorrow distant~n.b. ‘See you tomorrow!’ said in cheery prospect, becomes a tortuous crawl to sunrise. CLP 05/01/2025 →

  • on clichés

    she walked into the roomand my heart nearly burstso happy to see her smileso happyfunny how that happensevery timeevery goddam time~ CLP 01/11/2023 →

  • on time

    I saw a card in the windowNo time-wastersIt statedWhat did its writer know?Certainly notThe pleasure of idle companyTo spend hours with youDoing next to nothingIs the most precious use of daysThere are no wasted minutesNo weekends lost~ CLP 23/10/2024 →

  • at night

    awakethere’s a heart racingin the streetis it fear, or anticipationfuelled by alcoholor the acheof lonelinessup here, I miss yourolling closeran arm wrapped arounda wigglewarmthsleep~ CLP 28/09/2024 →

  • on Sunday morning

    Night’s fitful retreatDreams pierce our unconscious heartsHow long sleep’s warmth holds~ CLP 22/09/2024 →

  • on eggshells

    with tension buildingkitchen sink drama explodesomelette of laughter~n.b. We all need a lucky break sometimes. CLP 19/09/2024 →