Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • on land

    walk me through fieldsknee deep grasses, wild flowerswe’ll mow them by hand ~ CLP 06/06/2022 →

  • on sound

    I couldn’t hear youthere was too much background noisespouting from my mouth ~ n.b. “Say something once, why say it again?” sang David Byrne with Talking Heads. A young couple were arguing on the train yesterday, not loudly, nor demonstratively. “I don’t want an argument.” he said. “You’re not listening to me.” She said. He →

  • on light

    everywhere buildinglayers of steel, concrete, glasstowers become walls n.b. This is Leeds, but could be anywhere that development is taking place in England; dulling the landscape, blocking the light. Higher and higher, filling in the sky. CLP 04/06/2022 →

  • on time

    neat as it may befunctional as it remainsquaint anomaly ~ n.b. A lift bridge and its elegant mechanism that allows canal traffic to progress through Huddersfield. Built and proudly marked ‘1865’, could this fancy machinery be a metaphor for monarchy? CLP 04/06/2022 →

  • on time

    imaginationmoney, muscle, spades, shovelspassing fantasy ~ n.b. The network of canals linking England’s industrial towns are a testament to human endeavour. The time, capital and effort required to engineer them is staggering to contemplate. The experience of the navigators in constructing these soon redundant waterways, was more efficiently deployed in building the infinitely more complex →

  • on time

    sand granules fallingsqueeze through the narrow glass neckis there any point? ~ CLP 02/06/2022 →

  • on time

    with never enoughwe have decisions to makechoose to love; choose us ~ n.b. Are we not social creatures? If so, why are charlatans getting rich promoting the ‘I, me, my, mine’ agenda? Time is all we have, love is all we need. CLP 02/06/2022 →

  • on Ukraine xxv

    escaping the Nazispeople of Russia scorched earthnow their soldiers harry Ukraineas William The Bastard did in the Northso Putin does to the southhistory teaches us nothingit is but a mirror ~ n.b. What is the point of this destruction and slaughter? Where is the glory? What kind of peace does this lead to? CLP 31/05/2022 →

  • on time

    how long is there left?unknowable until pastthen all will make sense ~ n.b. This mighty tree was not left to fall. See the heart drawn across the split? Love binding it together, or representing a break? Who knows? This is art. CLP 30/05/2022 →

  • on time

    when did this begin?working inside for decadesto pull you apart ~ n.b. Our bodies have history that in the retelling include an ending. CLP 30/05/2022 →