Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • On The Surface

    . Down by the quayside where fishermen know to sit young seal making hay ~ n.b. I had heard of this young pup’s arrival a week ago and today I saw it surface a few times. Despite the snow in the wind, a woman had taken her coat off to sit on it on the →

  • On the Roof

    in shorts and t-shirts all but seven days ago swallows presaged snow ~ CLP 07/04/2021 →

  • Nice Work Woody & Johnny

    ~ Great to have you back writing in tandem! Congratulations on being selected for the NaPoWriMo poem / poets of Day 5, 2021. hallucinated ambush Press on and don’t spare the horses! ~ CLP 06/04/2021 →

  • Can I come in? It’s not safe out there

    …it never has been, I thought I read the news, have seen the stats hear the doppler rise and fall of sirens bouncing off the city walls insistent on untrammelled passage scrambling wits of locked in drivers blocked in lanes unsure quite where the blue lights approach from or head toward, what they are and →

  • On Water

    Inundation flows finds a level then settles serene water fowl ~ n.b. Today a bitter northerly brought snow to the air and pushed the tide higher, so that the rivers spilled into low pasture, ducks, geese and swans followed. ~ CLP 05/04/2021 →

  • Herds

    Based on ‘Words’ by Tadeusz Różewicz (translated from the Polish by Bill Johnston) Published by archipelago books (New York, 2007) Herds Herds are rounded up treated as fodder for innocent smiles reduced to mere patties sold by a clown . macerated with machined steel compressed into packets wrapped conveniently for shipping . distant forests have →

  • Do Not Alight Here…

    …the sign on the platform read provoking that bloody-minded reaction he saw as proof of living a life still worth it, worth everything worth going to bed with a stranger once more here might be the place that could throw things up burn the throat, whet the tongue revive, refresh, rekindle the screech of parakeets →

  • Flâneur

    Less of a fork, more like a maze Cul de sac, u-turn, or roundabout route Chris-crossing cities, wandering wild A rambling nose for amuse-bouches and side dishes A taste for sharp turns, an eye for live mains Which road is not travelled when most have been tried? Still working through the start menu, rebooting worn →

  • Parabola

    Our thoughts held tight heads aligned are shaped by Time round as round, square as square so bounded by this gravity we sense all this is quite real can we feel anything change without divine intervention? our settled ways become unsettled minds so fixed they become unhinged ~ n.b. Just asking. How difficult is this, →

  • Star Dancer And Her School Of Dance (Francis Picabia) 1913

    One, two, three, four! And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn! We step, then stretch, then jump, then turn Split-sole jazz shoes in unison First pat, then slide, then glide, then twist And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn! We lunge, then lean, then leap, then shift Our heads held high, our movement →