Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • Lockdown 3 (Day 16) Behind the Mask

    Out briefly today in sunshine. I forgot my gloves, but was surprised by the mildness of the air. People maintaining good distances from each other; joggers running well wide of pedestrians; people stepping back to let others pass. There is no rush when people are on foot. A taxi driver tries to squeeze past me →

  • On Playing vii

    Look for quick singles Yes! No! Sorry. My mistake. Takes two to Tango ~ n.b. Continuing with the cricketing theme, communication between batters is either a strength or a weakness. It is about being in tune with your partner. As in cricket, as in life. Here is a clip of a classic cricketing communication breakdown →

  • On Numbers 1820

    Previously just a date from history when cholera took hold ~ n.b. Now 1,820 is the worst daily death toll in the UK during the coronavirus pandemic of 2020 / 21. This is dreadful. The cholera pandemic around the year 1820 killed uncountable millions. ~ CLP 20/01/2021 →

  • Piped Dreams

    The door clicks a jar compresses the draught to a whistle that wakes me from your arms, her arms, my brother’s hand I held through a summer night in the respiratory ward down the corridor from coronary care where he would be the next summer and no one could visit while he dreamt of life →

  • Lockdown 3 (Day 15) In Books

    Grief is The Thing With Feathers by Max Porter is a very clever and engaging book. If you have two or three hours to spare I can recommend it. The subject matter is potentially painful, but the way the book changes points of view from the dad, to his two sons to the crow, representing →

  • Truth, it’s out there

    I I want I want you I want you to I want you to be I want you to be happy ~ CLP 20/01/2021 →

  • On Playing v

    It had to happen we crashed into each other. Found – laughing in street ~ n.b. I am close to bursting, laughing out loud again, 45 years later. Mucking about on our bicycles we accidentally locked handle bars and fell to the pavement. Before we could move, get cross, or blame the other, a little →

  • On Memory xiv

    Yes, I remember, but when exactly was it? And what day is this? ~ n.b. Tricky isn’t it? ~ CLP 17/01/2021 →

  • On Playing iii

    Disregard of fears leads you to discovery of hidden talents ~ p.s. Play safe, or try stuff out for fun? What have you got to lose by trying? It’s only a game after all. It will be your turn to start next. ‘Mugs away’ as the saying goes. ~ CLP 16/01/2021 →

  • Thaw as Hell

    Then like the snow the next morning you were gone ~ Only traces of grey ice caught in gutters to remind me ~ CLP 17/01/2021 →