Journey of Words

Tag: Life

  • On Yer Bike, Son

    While I sleep you pushYour pedals up and downRound and roundJoining memory’s dotsStory lines, itinerary stopsBooth without an agendaWouldn’t miss the chanceTo hit a bar on his wandersWhile Wake takes an aesthete’s routeAlert to bears, earthquakes, carsLorries, buses, ferries, trainsPainfully aware, at fiftyHe’s living again ~ n.b. Follow Matt Wake’s epic pedal-pushing ride through Japan’s →

  • Calling

    Five-thirty-two AMShe flew throughDeserted streetsAs bold as GodivaCareless of who knewHer dastardly workSuch shameless brassThe brazen passOf the city cuckoo ~ n.b. I was half asleep when she flew by calling at full volume, ensuring I sat up wide awake, not quite believing my ears. I suppose the late arrival of cuckoos this year has →

  • Tapestry

    Martins, swallows, swiftsWeaving through the reedsDecorate the marshesWith their magical threadsStitching broad river to big skyHemming summer~ CLP 13/05/2024 →

  • on horseback

    can you imaginehorses brought, bought and sold herefor centuriesnow, no moreno memoryjust the name in the lokethe plaque on the wallwhere cars back-upfrom the junctionby the railway station ~ CLP 09/05/2024 →

  • 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 time

    I am still not used to writing‘2024’And the days are already longFor just a few more weeksBefore winter startsTo reel the light in againI must not waste these precious daysOf light ~ CLP 08/05/2024 →

  • on the wheel

    picture family funrotating, leaping, bungeesenses excited ~ n.b. All the fear, none of the risk. Child‘s play. Nice. CLP 05/05/2024 →

  • on the bus

    drop the word ‘service’absolute chaotic farcehope is fragmented ~ n.b. Privatisation is an absolutely useless way to operate a public service. Free market extremism writ large. Economic theory for the already wealthy. Run public services for the people. CLP 05/05/2024 →

  • on Saturday (ii)

    Fifteen years forgotThey’re Ipswich Town, going upThank goodness for that. ~ n.b. The return train collected a lot of sun-burnt, slightly intoxicated, blue smoke stained, happy people and delivered them to whence they came. As the Hare Krishna man with a smile, said to me earlier, “We don’t want people to be unhappy.” A fair →

  • Historical Echo

    In writing a recent post, ‘If Music Is The Answer…’ I imagined a wandering minstrel writing protest songs who ends up killed, presumably for voicing his objections to injustices facing the common people. Today, reading Imperial Mud, The Fight for The Fens by James Boyce, I found this on p137… You can’t make this stuff →