Journey of Words

Tag: Friendship

  • On the Beach

    Plenty of pebbles Sunset glints and hints at one That soon warms in palm . CLP 07/05/2020 →

  • Day 41

    It wasn’t wet, nor cold. Partly sunny. I stepped out the back door. It was warmer out than in. I stepped back into the kitchen. I worked intermittently at my desk for the rest of the day, into mid-evening. I pause occasionally to watch the clever rat climb the top of the post stretch across →

  • Day 35

    Cycling west along the coast road to the next village this morning took about half the time of any previous trip. The east wind pushed me along as I pedalled furiously to take full advantage. It was thrilling to travel so fast without wind rushing in my ears, without battling to make progress. It reminded →

  • Day 34

    Ice blue is the only way to describe yet another cloudless sky. The wind moves from the north to the east as the Sun tracks around the side of house to the back field. I get out for an evening walk only when our star has turned white and offers little in the way of →

  • Day 33

    At times words are inadequate. Common enough moments for humanity, such as a woman giving birth, are in the living of the moment, beyond words. Today, before first light, my sister’s first grandchild was born. The day has been “very emotional.” My sister says before climbing the stairs to an early bed.  Many people know →

  • On Taste

    Tea leaves taste bitter Taken without sugar grains Subtlety blossoms . Christopher Perry 17th April, 2020 →

  • Day 22

    No one, but no one, is on the road this morning. I cycle up the long rise away from the coast accompanied by larks above the meadows and bees in the hedgerows. A running hare skids to a halt in a shower of grit and dust as I come round a bend into its path. →

  • Day 18

    A clear, still night and a tawny owl’s calls are distinctly audible at 2 a.m. The three-quarter moon casts silver light on the bedroom wall through a gap in the curtains. Day comes with sunshine accompanied, at last, by warmth. I spent a couple of hours soaking up sunbeams stretched out on a bench; birdsong →

  • Day 13

    The rhythm of the day is beginning to lose its pattern. Middle of night interruptions to sleep come without pressure to return to dreamland. Distance from others is becoming accepted; is there any point going out there? Eschewing television as formulaic, lacking originality, dull, I choose to listen to music. Lyrics bore me. Orchestral compositions, →

  • On Daisies

    It was warm that early April Sunday We ‘d set out to the coast on foot Ignoring the mosaics Shunning the churches We headed east Seeking swishing pines stood in sand A first sight of the Adriatic . Progress was erratic Heading east for a beach? My pigeon brain unable to compute For me the →