Journey of Words

Tag: Life

  • Yesterday

    I was at a gig tonight and the headliner, Robert Finley told the crowd, before his last song…”Do not put off until tomorrow what you can do today.” He added, “Nobody is guaranteed a tomorrow if.” I can honestly say I wrote yesterday’s post before I saw the show tonight. Although, it amused me that →

  • Tomorrow

    ‘Never put offWhat you can do today’The old saying startsI need to sleep‘Tomorrow is a new day’The optimist declaresWhich in itselfAlleviates the gloomTodayI need to sleepI have heard those so fearfulOf what tomorrow might holdThat they resist night’s pullFight wearinessCling to the last straw of todayI need to sleepUnconscious of the momentI am happy to →

  • on time

    There is a periodDuring which the battery keeps onClicking the mechanismTicking the tockBut has no longer the sparkTo move the clock hands onEven tu a l l yI t j u s tSto ~ CLP 20/05/2024 →

  • 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 →

  • 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 →

  • 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 →

  • 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 →

  • In The Saddle

    A moment’s opportunity takenTo get out of the cityAlong the abandoned railwayNorth towards the coastStunted, twisted oaksLining the trailThrow dark shapesThat would confuse a leopardDaggers of sunlightStab blindly through the canopyNo hills to speak offJust a series of steady climbsSoftened by the swirling seaOf feathered barleyA startled pheasantShoots up from the vergeA disturbed hobbyTwists then →

  • 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 →