Journey of Words

Tag: Memory

  • on light

    held by the skycaught on the skin of the Wensumas the tide turnsevening’s parting kissgently fadesI choose the slow way homestand on the bridgenot wanting to leave this day yetnot while the sense of your presencestill glowsCLP 15/06/2023 →

  • on time

    Remember walking?Sun breaking through fresh-formed leavesAncient paths through oaks ~ CLP 28/05/2023 →

  • on time

    eventuallyeven the headstone crumblesall is forgotten ~ CLP 20/05/2023 →

  • on time

    Rough old seaside townWhen not putting on a frontCan be quite charming ~ n.b. Brighton, if you were asking. Yes, I know it is a city now, but not when I first knew it. CLP 16/05/2023 →

  • Full Cycle

    Take me in your armsUnder the full moonIn the cool airOf early May Owls celebrateTheir rites of springIn the woodlandAlong the ridge Bluebells unfoldBefore the foliage aboveSteals all the lightShades in silver shadows The church bellChimes the quarter pastIt’s early yetStill time for bed Hold me in your armsWe’ll watch the full moon setFrom our →

  • Camellias ii

    Warmth of late AugustSoaked into patio pavingHeats our tanned feetYou take my handLead me backTo the shadowed lawnStill compressedWhere we had beenSculpting joyThe night beforeA blackbird(Hidden by heavy pink blooms)Sang to usOf eternal loveAs Venus piercedNight’s deepening blue ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023. Day 30 prompt: a palinode. This poem, I hope, balances the sadness of →

  • Negation

    I am sick of the soundof your voiceYou’re always moaningWhingeingComplainingI’m sick of the sightOf youand your tearsWhat do you know about itAbout anythingYou’re stupid, pig thickDumbDon’t startDon’t interruptOh, do be quietHaven’t you got anything new to sayHurry upGet on with itI haven’t got all dayNot now, later ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023. Day 16 prompt. A →

  • Funereal

    ‘We’ll laugh about this one day’ you saidAs the first handful of soil smuttered on the lidI looked at the other lads, all smart that day, in black coats‘Unlikely’ I’d replied, ‘There’s nothing funny about it.’Typically, it was sunny, belying the moodDaffodils dancing happily in the onshore breezeA few puffy clouds sliding past, against the →

  • on life

    every place I’ve livedMilton Glazer’s Dylan framedtogether through life ~ n.b. The last frame (which was the first) broke in the move…now re-framed. Is that a metaphor? CLP 16/03/2023 →

  • on time

    memory of pastfades alongside agreed plansfuture forgotten ~ n.b. Forgetting yesterday is a useful self-preservation process, forgetting what should be happening tomorrow must be frightening. CLP 21/02/2023 →