Journey of Words

Tag: Poems

  • Parabola

    Our thoughts held tight heads aligned are shaped by Time round as round, square as square so bounded by this gravity we sense all this is quite real can we feel anything change without divine intervention? our settled ways become unsettled minds so fixed they become unhinged ~ n.b. Just asking. How difficult is this, →

  • Star Dancer And Her School Of Dance (Francis Picabia) 1913

    One, two, three, four! And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn! We step, then stretch, then jump, then turn Split-sole jazz shoes in unison First pat, then slide, then glide, then twist And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn! We lunge, then lean, then leap, then shift Our heads held high, our movement →

  • On Reflection

    Yeah, great. Another sunset. What’s great about that? Gold, cold, darkness approaches. Day’s end and time to struggle with the night. I want, I need, I long to see another sunrise. Picture that! Another sunrise. Not much to ask, is it? ~ CLP 30/03/2021 →

  • Spring (Day 11):

    We wait by the Wensum. We wait for the kingfisher. We are not disappointed as it flies past twice, breaking its return journey to rest on the buddleja opposite for a few seconds. Later, I wait and watch again. A family gather pointing at silver blue in the bushes across the water. They realise it →

  • On The Tree

    After spring day’s warmth Sleep calls to our sun-pinked skin. Insomniac bird! ~ n.b. Get with the programme, birdie! ~ CLP 30/03/2021 →

  • At the Exit

    Clocks have changed to British Summer Time. The Sun has come out. A strong southerly wind brings warmth to Norfolk. People are out and about, the sound of children playing in the local park competes with goldfinches, blackbirds, chaffinches and the blue and great tits. An otter has been seen in the Wensum nearby and →

  • On British Summer Time

    Funnily enough (contrary to opinion) it is a real thing ~ n.b. Even in Norfolk, (we just have to negotiate spring first). CLP 28/03/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 81.9): River

    Caught by March gusts. See in these ripples which way the wind blows; we don’t need a weatherman. All is as it should be. ~ CLP 28/03/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 81.8): Garden

    Cherry tree blooms pink, so pink it’s almost punk. Colour splashed across a grey day. ~ CLP 28/03/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 81.7): Footpath

    One foot in front of the other. Steady rhythm, pacing out the afternoon. Blackthorn in flower, epitome of hope. ~ CLP 27/08/2021 →