Journey of Words

Tag: Hope

  • on time

    wait at the crossingnothing to do but switch offthis choo-choo will pass ~ CLP 02/06/2024 →

  • on Ukraine

    Furious they areSwiss hold onto dirty cashRather than hide it~ n.b. Russia ‘furious’ that even Switzerland has frozen Russian assets, the BBC reports. The rest of us are surprised, to say the least. A shift in attitude of the mountain folk, who have many friends in Russia. Malta, Mexico, Israel, Cyprus. Is the world changing →

  • on work

    Lucky, or what? Who knows?But reach out, feel your way andJust keep turning up ~ n.b. Brain fog today, (tired), but I saw this vine tendril at work, doing what comes naturally. So less poetry today, more like a mantra. CLP 18/05/2024 →

  • Clearing

    Weather reportOf fog and mistLifting, revealingBetter days ahead ~ n.b. Chin up. Maintain sunny disposition. CLP 17/05/2024 →

  • on time

    more years ago thanI care to count, but now Iknow that I do count ~ n.b. You and me and you and I, we count. I don’t think I descend into the depths of trite too often (I hope). This isn’t meant to be so, but…WE DON’T CARE!!!! No points for getting the ‘joke’. CLP →

  • on Saturday

    upandatem! RiseTown bound train football-fan-fullthe end is in sight ~ n.b. Ipswich Town fans making journey to the ancient port, excited by promotion prospects. Good luck to them! Proper club. CLP 04/05/2024 →

  • A Quick Pint

    I join the un-numbered men who spend Sunday afternoonIn pubs where a pint can disappear or stretch out through countless hoursUntil each decides it is time to move. Another pub beckons.~n.b. Sijo. CLP 28/04/2024 →

  • One Frosty Night…

    …when the guns were stillI dreamt of trees with leavesYoung men playing cricketChatter and laughter at a picnicLying face-up beside youWatching the swifts’ chaseAcross vast white pillowsThat dwarfed The MendipsYou squirming with delightGrass tickling your pale thighs~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 24 prompt: One poem from a line from another. This is from ‘Living Sepulchres’ →

  • Norwich to Horwich

    Norwich to HorwichJoined by railway line and rhymeIt’s a path that’s rarely takenIf I’m not mistakenWhy venture there at allIf it wasn’t for football?Across the black soil of FenThrough Peak District and PenninesFor ninety minutes tensionHad I forgot to mentionThe reason for this journeyIs to simply follow PompeySeven years we’ve struggledThe tactics first quite muddledBut →

  • From ashes

    You’ll notice will o’ the wispsTwist up powdery flakesMaybe kindle a glowIgnite a flickerFrom frail charcoalUntil the rainPercolates the soilFrom where new life grows ~ CLP 12/04/2024 →