Journey of Words

Tag: Poems

  • on Ukraine

    There is a game calledDiplomacy in which theBiggest army wins ~ n.b. Piece by piece, village by village, it seems that Ukraine cannot cover all its bases alone. Into the third year of conflict, where will a line be drawn? Where is the wall that stops Russia? CLP 12/05/2024 →

  • on strings

    Epitome of EnglandA wickermanHollowManipulated by a few in the knowLeading a bemused populaceFrom troubled retailerPast abandonedCharity shopsStreet homelessFast fashionCoffee shops and cafésA building site promising what?The ancient market that inexorably evolves from trading hotspot into a foci for foodie emporiaWhere sourdough bread is sold at soaring pricesJust feet from where the food bankHands out hand →

  • on horseback

    can you imaginehorses brought, bought and sold herefor centuriesnow, no moreno memoryjust the name in the lokethe plaque on the wallwhere cars back-upfrom the junctionby the railway station ~ CLP 09/05/2024 →

  • on time

    more years ago thanI care to count, but now Iknow that I do count ~ n.b. You and me and you and I, we count. I don’t think I descend into the depths of trite too often (I hope). This isn’t meant to be so, but…WE DON’T CARE!!!! No points for getting the ‘joke’. CLP →

  • on time

    I am still not used to writing‘2024’And the days are already longFor just a few more weeksBefore winter startsTo reel the light in againI must not waste these precious daysOf light ~ CLP 08/05/2024 →

  • Today it is Tuesday

    I have to remind myself todayIt is TuesdayI keep sensing it’s WednesdayTuesdayTuesdayTuesdayIt is always a Tuesday*~n.b. A strange feeling that today is not today. Will it mean that throughout tomorrow I will experience strong sensations of deja vu, because today I thought Tuesday was Wednesday? *’It is always a Tuesday’ is an echo of a →

  • on water

    what happens when our world warmsis hard to fathomwhen we spin from drought to floodfrom flood to droughtdrilling becomes harrowingwhen seeds fail in sodden soilharvest yields lessenas fungi blossom in warm wet weather ~ CLP 06/05/2024 →

  • on the wheel

    picture family funrotating, leaping, bungeesenses excited ~ n.b. All the fear, none of the risk. Child‘s play. Nice. CLP 05/05/2024 →

  • on the bus

    drop the word ‘service’absolute chaotic farcehope is fragmented ~ n.b. Privatisation is an absolutely useless way to operate a public service. Free market extremism writ large. Economic theory for the already wealthy. Run public services for the people. CLP 05/05/2024 →

  • on Saturday (ii)

    Fifteen years forgotThey’re Ipswich Town, going upThank goodness for that. ~ n.b. The return train collected a lot of sun-burnt, slightly intoxicated, blue smoke stained, happy people and delivered them to whence they came. As the Hare Krishna man with a smile, said to me earlier, “We don’t want people to be unhappy.” A fair →