Journey of Words

Tag: Poems

  • on Ukraine

    ‘Bakhmut is Gone’ nowits name remains on a mapshells have left mere shells ~ n.b. Today the New York Times shows film taken from a drone of the broken city. Three people huddled by a wall, checking whether it is safe to creep around the corner of a block, on their journey to god knows →

  • on light

    Life twenty or so floors upMust have some angles not appreciatedBy those habituated at ground levelLike watching the crescent Moon sinktowards the ground floorDoes it ever feel as if the Moon liesBeneath you, for example? ~ n.b. The Moon, devoid of life, full of magic and mystery. Talk me through that one. CLP 22/05/2023 →

  • on time

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

  • on time

    millions of yearsdragonfly’s evolutionclose to conclusion ~ n.b. The Scarce Chaser. Increasingly scarce. A female seen today, 19th May 2023. CLP 19/05/2023 →

  • on Ukraine

    talk of days changesfour hundred and more turns tocounting passing years ~ n.b. We are becoming used to news of terror, criminality, invasion, cruelty. Attention! Attention! Attention! Daily attacks on Ukraine’s people continue. CLP 19/05/2023 →

  • on colour

    nothing matches greennot even green matches greenevery leaf a gem ~ CLP 18/05/2023 →

  • on time

    talk me through reasonswhy tomorrow’s importanttoday’s all there is ~ n.b. Just seen Walter Trout perform, nine years after he was given a new liver. Nine years of LIFE. Today is it. Whatever you hope for, do it now. p.s. He’s the real deal! CLP 17/05/2023 →

  • on time

    there’s an old sayinghave a good time, all the timeis that possible? ~ n.b. Brighton gives it a bloody good go! CLP 17/05/2023 →

  • 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 →

  • 14th May

    See what happens?You finally make an effortTo shrug off Winter’s grim shroudMusic, dancingsmiles, joyful tearsand yes, the swiftsSwooping and slicingthrough the humid airskimming chimney potsTheir shrieking and screamingis, I suppose,what they excuse as singing ~ n.b. No guarantee of a good summer. CLP 15/05/2023 →