Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • on swimming

    break the cool surfacefeel it slide up your body?yes, you’re beautiful ~ CLP 21/09/2021 →

  • Gnomic

    once moreto Switzerlandstable, courteousdiscreet, securecorrupt like your cheeseexpensiveand full of holes ~ CLP 21/09/2021 →

  • the nine

    caught in bedtrappedby the mechanismin that momentcrushedwe watch, wait, adaptto your painful progresswe learnto live withinconveniencewe wish you wellbut must press onwith the demandsof our digital worldregardless ~ CLP 21/09/2021 →

  • on time

    we approach halfwaybetween summer and winternight prepares her cloak ~ n.b. Autumnal equinox in the northern hemisphere in 2021 falls around 23rd September. CLP 21/09/2021 →

  • embroidery

    how much of these reels remainstretched so long in our wakewe lose the golden threads in twilightcatching only rare glintssnagged by sunsetstrung over hills hazed by evening mistthat fogs the vales we negotiatedthrough ill-lit phases of many moonswhen we lay awakeeach hearing lone minutes unspoolwe cannot prevent this cord running outbut have we enough in →

  • delicious

    unsalted butter runningbetween hard-set bubbles of toasted sourdough breadhot crumbs in the corner of your mouthtang of ginger jam on your tonguei could eat eat eat you too ~ CLP 18/09/2021 →

  • on need

    it cannot be foundthrough the bottom of a glassfor love nor money ~ CLP 18/09/2021 →

  • on time

    those tiny thorns torecute as kitten teethsharp as fish hooksdrew blood that slender stem resistedslim as a grass bladestrong as barbed wireresistant that bud closed tightfirm as a fistlocked safe-shutblossomed ~ CLP 17/09/2021 →

  • From Leeds

    enjoying the green space by the cathedralspire pricking the blue autumn skystopping me, now a local, to askwould you take some pictures pleasefirst alone, then with my friendlandscape then portraitmobile then iPadwe’re going home tomorrowto the other city of woolthe one of the hanging sheep ~ CLP 16/09/2021 →

  • Otter

    less curious of usyou curl back belowto twist and curve through straggled reedscontinuing your pursuitof perch or roachyour steady exhalationpops free in tiny splashesfrom bursting bubbles of CO2that trace your submarine pathacross the Yare to the sticky bankgrowing from the falling tideslick as the mud you move incolour of the Yare that feeds youyou halt →