Journey of Words

Tag: Love

  • on winter

    new year’s day ends with a stunning light showthe Sun demonstrating its power in a silent slow burnthe shift gradualfrom a touch of pink outlining the cloudsto this vermillion daubing of the skybroad brushed streaksstroked up and out from the very core of our stargiving depth to skeletal treesover-whelming all that is whitethe Earth glows →

  • on morning

    alarmed to new dayfrom sweet scented pillow dreamsyour absent presence~ CLP 22/12/2025 →

  • on time

    when the tide rolled inI felt it lift me off my feethold me gentlyI felt no fearas it carried me outit was as if it came for meand youwere that tidethe sea our home~ CLP 29/11/2025 →

  • It is not what it is

    What is this cynical acceptanceOf injusticeof discrimnationof iniquityof downright wrong?Powerlessness? Complacency? World weariness?I’m all right, Jackness?Question. Challenge. Confront.It is not what it is.It does not have to be what it is.~n.b. “Music is the weapon” (Fela Aníkúlápó Kuti), or at least, not the least of them. CLP 24/11/2025 →

  • on space

    social mediadecrees blanks are not allowedwhilst wiping the mind~n.b. It is tiring. The war on Ukraine continues. The people of Gaza struggle desperately for breath. Sudan turns in on itself. The whirlpools of our slowly boiling oceans spin on. Will love truly be the answer? Is love all we need? CLP 30/10/2025 →

  • on time

    to thinkall we have talked of todayeverything we have shared this afternoonwill by tonight be gone for youperhaps you will retain the warmthof emotion stirred by my visitwithout the inconvenience of detailwhile I grieve at memoryof your loss~ CLP 28/10/2025 →

  • à point

    to lie within youhooked in the warmth of youpart of youcomplete~ CLP 29/07/2025 →

  • on peace

    what in Hell is going on in the Unholy Land?Who The Devil is in charge?The Demonocracy has Trumped democracyHistories are being spunLies are being spunMy head is spinningI’m getting dizzyThe Earth spins on~n.b. The attack on Iran is by extrapolation an attack on the peace-loving citizens of Israel who must now be prepared to take →

  • Ghosts

    It takes years for them to take formFrom memories confused with memoriesA head-scarf, the style of hairA coat, a manner of talkingA snatch of laughterThe balance when walkingThrough the market stallsOn the air, a scentA melodyWhen night takes hold its betterWhere they inhabit is not so clearIn shadows casts by street lightIn restaurant cornersAnd closed →

  • on Ukraine

    Punch, counter-punchStab, thrust, bombAll the mothers knowLottery of life and deathHolds them at knife-pointIs this the final dice rollOr just another false dawnA fake news dayEdging then along until they hearThe boy’s key in the lockOr the postie’s fateful knock~ n.b. And so it goes on, more vicious by the day, more so by night. →