Journey of Words

Tag: Love

  • Dandelion Clock

    Each delicate breath A hostage of mis-fortune Answer hangs on breeze . CLP 08/04/2020 →

  • Day 17

    It was announced today that two NHS nurses working in Intensive Care Units around the country have died of the Covid-19 coronavirus. They were all in their 30s. I think of my eldest son working in that role in a hospital in the south of England. I think of little else. . CLP 03/04/2020 →

  • Something

    Too much time on my hands Sorting out photos You came back into view From a time we shared focus . With vision now sharper Fog lifted from lens I see something was wrong Even back then . CLP 29/03/2020 →

  • Day 11 – After Noon

    Briefly outside, but I’m driven back by the falling temperature. The grey sky gave way to blue eventually, but there was no warmth in the sunbeams. There seems little enthusiasm today in the birds’ calls. The greenfinches are the only ones heard throughout the day, but even they lack energy. A picture is sent by →

  • Day 9

    A quiet day. Sun. Blue sky. Birdsong. On the dusty road to the shop there are the car-flattened, leathery remains of toads. They have tried to cross from water where they have grown from eggs, to tadpoles, to toadlets to toads. They spread out from their birth pools and eventually take singular paths. This road →

  • Day 8

    Yellow, everywhere. Gorse, daffodils, primroses and by a flint wall, forthsythia, (the Easter Tree). Along the top road the dark oaks still lack any leaf-cover, so the setting sun bounces off the gorse on the heath through the gnarled woodland. The sky a celestial blue, the display of blooms pure gold. The pillows of colour →

  • On the Inside

    Thoughts held tight Multiply in solitude’s echo chamber These flies hatch from eggs laid deep Kept cool by winter Until Spring’s first warmth seeps in Here they are Buzzing, banging on glazing Repeating knock out blows Frenzied attempts to pass the glass Crashing time after time Despite concussive impacts Leaving sickness, giddiness Confusion. . See →

  • On the Air

    Picture this magic Able to see you and speak I have missed you, son . n.b. Live on a hand-held screen from 5,116 miles away. This is miraculous. . CLP 24/03/2020 →

  • Day 6

    Sat on the front doorstep, mug of tea to hand, the cool breeze is worth enduring for the joy of sun on my face. I listen to the birds, a buzzard’s cry easily distinguished above them all. No traffic, no aircraft. All that can be heard are these birds in song. Later a dog down →

  • What if…?

    We don’t meet again? Since we first met, believe me We’ve never parted . n.b. We are not alone. CLP 14/03/2020 →