Journey of Words

Tag: Love

  • On Nights

    While we slide to sleep Others haunted by nightmares Work on regardless . n.b. For my son, my brother, my niece and all the others working NHS night shifts, tonight and every night. CLP 2nd May 2020 →

  • Day 44

    The sunlight of recent weeks has been a boon, but these darker days are more in tune with the current mood. Are they reflective of it, or the cause of the recent shift in humour? I realise that the lowering clouds, the loss of the greater space beyond, is matched by the thickening of leaves →

  • Faithful Friend

    My pet? Ah, yes Stolid, Black Labrador with still vibrant, clumsy tailWe’ve seen some things, eh?We’ve stuck closeThrough thick, thin, thinner and thinning hairWe saw off them off with loveMy departing childrenWe stood at the door side-by-sideAs they leftOne after the other, after the other Saw him off tooWith pots and pans, my best coffee →

  • Apricot, Firenze

    Warmed by day breaking In through the shutters Light fur of the skin Curve of the fruit Sweet flesh Crushed in your hand Drips, splashes, runs Onto your belly Down to your thighs You smile, close your eyes Push me lower . n.b. http://www.napowrimo.net Day 24 prompt: Fruit. . Christopher Perry 24th April, 2020 →

  • Day 33

    At times words are inadequate. Common enough moments for humanity, such as a woman giving birth, are in the living of the moment, beyond words. Today, before first light, my sister’s first grandchild was born. The day has been “very emotional.” My sister says before climbing the stairs to an early bed.  Many people know →

  • Over and Out

    Through the walls At just after Three in the morning I hear my sister’s voice Pitched high Excited by recent events “Oh!! Thank you for calling.” Crying, sobs “Has she a name?” . I hear the owls singing in celebration on the heath A moth with two left feet tap dances joyously around my bedside →

  • Expectant

    First time grandmother-to-be Already on edge Awaits delivery Wednesday? No Thursday? No She’s sitting at the window It’s got to come today She’s sits waiting patiently She needs that replacement kettle So she can have A calming cup of tea . n.b. What a time for the old kettle to blow and the parcel service →

  • Day 27

    Deep sleep broken by the unfamiliar heavy rain on the window; big, fat, heavy splats. I lie awake listening to the wind in the trees, until the rough sea and rain’s rhythm ease me back to sleep. The local temperature fell by more than sixteen degrees centigrade in less than twenty four hours. From shorts →

  • Kleptomaniac

    I confess to living my life Lifted from pop songs, poets, fools Taking every chance I get Wandering where I choose Secreting in my pocket Those most precious of jewels Stolen seconds of Time To be wasted with you . n.b. www.napowrimo.net Day 13 prompt: All poetry is theft. Christopher Perry 13th April, 2020 →

  • Day 23

    The reed marsh by the mill flooded with the night’s full moon. The earth bank traps the tide as a pool. At the point of turning back toward the sea the water is still. Without a breath of wind on its surface it becomes a mirror to the cobalt blue above, inverts reeds, the grassy →