Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • Café Writers’ Society

    I am very grateful to the lovely people at the Norwich based, Café Writers who have selected ‘Time #1’ as Poem of the Month for June 2021. Time #1 can be found here on this blog too, the post having been published on 13th June 2021. The society has substantially extended its boundaries thanks to →

  • Dream #20

    you know, this thing that didn’t happen anywhere but my head, seemed real I remember everything about it conversation, colours, the amazing food all the personal touches every sensation, but smell smell? nothing. I thought nothing of it until I was asked to leave as I said, it seemed real but without a scent of →

  • Time #2

    robin, sparrow, pigeon motorway, next door’s children blue sky, white walls, dawn bright silver birch shine, heat of sheet sourness of sweat, weight of limb heavy head, weary heart click of clock, click of clock click of clock, laughing gull ~ CLP 16/06/2021 →

  • Dream #19

    flying with brothers and sisters screams of joy uncontrollable giggles screaming with brothers and sisters pained by absence collapsed in holes of grief uncontrollable brothers and sisters scoured by loss wandering like orphaned kittens absence of brothers and sisters ~ CLP 15/06/2021 →

  • Time #1

    when it’s been really hot like today, close to the mid-point of June eventually the blue begins to thin as if mixed with a few drops of white spirit . the air moves a little faster adding cool to shade under the solitary oak crowning the rise . arrhythmic sounds of a distant road backwash →

  • Dream #17

    white finger stretching south beyond the headland scratching open the sky I rigidly follow the pilot curled tight in a too small seat the aircraft casting a fleeting mark a dark crucifix on the rising sea a pulse passing through the Channel heaven howling echoes in the chambers of my heart I know not where →

  • Dream #16

    there is sadness in empty time marked by irreversible movement of hands that cannot be rewound tracking in relentless orbit forward, forward, forward not noticing the swallow on the hedge not pausing at the sparkling brook not hearing the rustle of yellow rattle playing music in the meadow not understanding this is it that here →

  • Dream #15

    spangled moonless night retreats from black to blue I spin towards dawn grateful sleep’s re-hash of ancient noire will be rubbed out by exposure to the Sun ~ CLP 09/06/2021 →

  • Dream #14

    the Moon lies in some galactic gutter off his face on space junk leaving all the lights on so many colours, constellations confused by brilliance of the luminous clutter and you here, warm, safe, sound asleep to the universal song and dance of the stars going loopy given their chance ~ CLP 09/06/2021 →

  • Dream #13

    your careful choice of words so free and easily phrased sparks spectacular reactions at the back of my mind guarantee confusion of sleep with memory in reality you exist only in nightmares in truth I fear you no longer ~ n.b. Echoes of past lives carried in words. History / Herstory. ~ CLP 06/06/2021 →