Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • Sheep

    when we appear at the gate their bleating starts calling of ewes to lambs lambs to ewes locating each other in panicked calls so anxious are they at our arrival ~ a pair of sturdy lambs burrow under a ewe knocking the flighty beast off-balance pull hard at her teats for comfort lambs who already →

  • Dream #25

    Too tired to dream I slept straight through rose to a world gone wrong as if the chaos usually found inside my head had really happened outside instead ~ CLP 26/06/2021 →

  • Late June

    early evening rain falling heavy on hot soil, tarmac, stone evaporates fast, forms humid stock, soured by sweat bubbles up in steaming cumuli that boil over drive down dust, pollen and temperature so that tonight we might sleep unless it doesn’t and the thick soup simply simmers as we pull covers off, ache for breathe, →

  • Dream #24

    you must know this one where you reach out as far as you can then not reaching what you stretched for start to fall towards a ground so distant you cannot see it you cannot fly resistance is useless you tumble through parting air and you rediscover fear as the ground approaches so fast, so →

  • Ring Me

    I begged, looking at the mark on the third finger of my left hand where there’s still an indented mark that never tans quite so dark as the rest of me not since I took off that gold band threw it in a drawer three years ago, or was it four? ~ CLP 21/06/2021 →

  • On Sleep

    I lost count of sheep couldn’t quantify cattle quietly slipped off ~ CLP 20/06/2021 →

  • Dream #23

    unable to speak shouts stifled at source legs bound, arms held this is not what I came for how do I wake myself when so constrained by sleep? will it end like this? drowned in white light? in silence? ~ CLP 20/06/2021 →

  • Dream #22

    Which bed is this? I wake unsure no standard hotel shape to reassure my musty head is somewhere secure familiar start to a new day with an unfamiliar face who has just pulled close the door behind her I hold a memory of shapes and words recalled too late that was not her name she →

  • Dream #21

    heavy rain’s half-time shuffle on the roof mixes with the jazz ostinato beat of towering street lamps flicking by wheels slip over pools along the carriageway sheets of spray from trucks misting view red rear lights, pairs of dazzling white approach, recede dashboard indicators green there’s a song replaying on the radio today becomes yesterday →

  • Love #1

    I miss you, Grandpa opened the dusty window turned the rusty key ~ CLP 16/06/2021 →