Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • On Colour

    Crimson buds open despite a cruel wind that steals pigment from our skins ~ CLP 05/03/2021 →

  • L3: Day 58 (Wensum Park)

    Swans gather by the park. A grandfather with the little ones of his family distributing bread. Ducks and gulls collect on the water, not forgetting sparrows on the river bank. Sparrows, love ’em! ~ CLP 05/03/2021 →

  • On Imagination

    Does a line exist between memory and dream? You are still with me ~ CLP 05/03/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 57): Norwich

    Appointments for Covid vaccinations confirmed at the local centre approximately 500 metres away. My mood lightens. Thank you NHS and all who sail in her. ~ CLP 04/03/2021 →

  • Oh Sleep

    Come, take me away to foreign lands where it’s warm and please return me safe at dawn ~ n.b. Just to be abroad for a bit would be lovely. ~ CLP 04/03/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 56): Inside

    There was no need to exceed the boundaries of my home today. Mend and make do with what food I found. There is a whole world out there, I know, but most of it is closed and I had plenty of work here. To bed at 01:00 GMT. I hear birds singing on the hillside, →

  • On Time & Money

    She’s been gone awhile Yet here she is still on sale and still exploited ~ n.b. Remarkably the most expensive CD in the store is of the late Amy Winehouse’s songs. .Even Kylie, who continues to dance so vigorously in the Disco, is only £7 a CD, where as Amy is £15.00. ~ CLP 03/02/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 55): In The Post

    I receive an invitation to attend a Covid Vaccination Centre within the next week or so. The nearest centre offered by the NHS website I am directed to is 36.7 miles away. Meanwhile, 500 metres up the hill here is a Covid Vaccination Centre. It was brassic today, the weekend was clearly a Fools’ Spring. →

  • On Time

    Evening light returns fills the gaps between trees branches unfurl leaves ~ n.b. There was still light in the sky after 17:30h on Monday evening. Everyday we move forward a little more. ~ CLP 01/03/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 54): In The Cold

    The shift from yesterday’s promising warmth of sunshine to this fog threatening existence was brutal. No wind as such, but bitter cold, bitter. The numbering of days in this lockdown is moving on so fast. Best not to look back to what has been left behind, or left undone, but to look ahead, to plot →