Journey of Words

Tag: Life

  • Points of Departure

    Side by side They moved off together On the green signal Paced perfectly From beneath the shadow Into the low morning sun Simultaneously Tempo steadily climbing Synchronised Flicks of stanchion shadows passed faster In tandem The lines gradually diverged Curved Stretched them apart She waved He turned to his phone . CLP 23/11/2019 →

  • Leaving

    Separation Leaf from stem Releases the bough To face winter’s drag Saves the tree Winter buds all ready For spring . n.b. The following website considers the timing of arboreal leaf growth. The discussion about winter bud formation is found at the foot of the article. https://sciencenorway.no/forskningno-norway-trees/how-do-trees-know-when-to-awake-in-spring/1455135 CLP 20/11/2019 →

  • Happy

    Her smile is wider than her head A photo shows this when she was ten Her brilliant eyes then shone so bright Her teeth gleaming in black and white And still after many colourful years When distant childhood memories may bring on tears She has that smile as wide today What might spark it I →

  • 11th November 2019

    I took a moment to rest On this Armistice Day In France Where a public holiday is taken To remember that all they have now Was hard earned The ultimate price paid By millions . CLP 11/11/2019 →

  • On the Air

    Central-heated house Warm, dry atmosphere holds still Outside birdsongs call . n.b. We make efforts to remove ourselves from the outside world at great expense. The Old Testament idea that humanity is closer to a god than an animal, above all creatures, separate and superior to other living beings, has been proven an illusion. Like →

  • On Bristol (viii)

    Life in suspension The bridge of tears that sighs too Clifton; heart breaker . CLP 26/10/2019 →

  • On Concrete

    Hard composition Will undoubtedly remain Long after I’ve gone . CLP 20/10/2019 →

  • October (VI)

    The Sun weakens now While our eyes are distracted by October colours Our cooling skin does not lie . CLP 19/10/2019 →

  • October (III)

    These last are not low hanging But harvest them we must Ripened on the upper boughs The topmost, sun-blushed fruit Balanced between earth and sky We climb and stretch To where they sit Well nigh, just out of reach If there’s a slip, they ricochet from branch to trunk to orchard floor Gashed and bruised →

  • At the Rutland Arms

    They came from afar Uncertain of what to say Their loss, our future . n.b. We gathered to pay respects to one of our own, a fellow Pompey supporter to some, a close friend to a few. We did not know how to do this, but wanted to be together at this time, the first →