Journey of Words

Tag: Poems

  • L3 (Day 81.6): Bicycle

    Gentle rotations. Wending through the old city. Taking in the architecture. Contemplating history and herstory. ~ CLP 28/03/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 81.5): Window

    Air fresh enough to raise goosebumps. Goldfinches twittering. Leaves forming on the silver birches. All in good time. ~ CLP 28/03/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 81.4) Sofa

    Reading ‘Dart’ by Alice Oswald. Watching the river flow, listening to its mutterings. Nice. ~ CLP 28/03/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 81.3) Kitchen

    Porridge. Low heat, slow cook. Take time to chew things over. ~ CLP 28/03/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 81.2): Bathroom

    I sit for longer than necessary. Shave slowly, carefully. I stand in the shower motionless. Air dry. All part of the process. ~ CLP 28/03/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 81.1): Bed

    I am not day dreaming, not time wasting, not lazy. I am problem solving by channelling this morning’s energy into creative thinking. This is a form of exercise that demands only the heart, lungs and mind to remain active. ~ CLP 28/03/2021 →

  • On Physical Distancing

    Who’ll help cut me free? Held back by self-defences. What is the damage? ~ n.b. Someone? Anyone? ~ CLP 27/03/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 80): Thorpe St. Andrew

    There are some large spaces even within close reach of this compact city. Up here beyond Mousehold Heath there is high ground that contains swathes of abandoned land, fenced off, left to dereliction. Who owns it? What grand plans do they have? Who knows? Somebody must. ~ CLP 27/03/2021 →

  • On Time

    How much do we need? Quicksilver beyond our grasp Now it’s here, then gone ~ n.b. It took me an age to write this. ~ CLP 27/03/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 79): King Street

    It has rained just once today. Like yesterday, it rained when I was outside – and it was wet rain, the kind that gets through to your undies irrespective of how many layers you are wearing. These showers are gentle reminders from the heavens that we are mere mortals. ~ CLP 26/03/2021 →