Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • On Numbers 7

    Of the mortal sins I must confess to them all No apologies ~ n.b. I am wholly culpable. I made those choices. I live with the consequences. ~ CLP 26/10/2020 →

  • On the Broads

    Sugar refinery Unashamedly ugly Birds seem more reserved . n.b. Groups of bird watchers wander abroad armed with binoculars, telescopes, cameras with telephoto lens extensions, all studiously seeking out the latest over-wintering migrants amongst the reeds and ponds of the Norfolk Broads. Meanwhile the sugar beet refinery, run by British Sugar, continues to churn out →

  • On Numbers 60+

    Oh you complete fool! Why would they let Brits rush through? Brexit means exit ~ n.b. Alexander Johnson wants freedom of movement for the British within the EU borders. Eh? I thought this was what you wanted to end? A wait of over 60 minutes for the British when queuing to pass into EU countries →

  • On Numbers 1

    Tonight we will see One o’clock twice then Two too Could be the last time ~ n.b. In the EU the shifting of clocks back an hour in autumn and forward in winter was going to end in 2021 following an agreement between national parliaments. Who knows what will happen in the UK? The Conservative →

  • On Numbers 22

    Out the door with you! You know it makes sense to go home and drink alone. ~ n.b. …where no one can hear you scream. Tonight I was advised that I could not sit at a pub terrace because of the weather. I could see the setting Moon in a mostly clear sky. A beautiful →

  • On Numbers 530

    It doesn’t matter how many yards it is there if it’s the wrong way ~ n.b. The old English game of twisting signposts around, or even removing them in case any odd foreign types think of invading, continues. I think some of us are beginning to realise that the reason these islands have not been →

  • On Numbers 20

    There is a limit But please, don’t worry yourself Nobody’s counting ~ n.b. Of late the UK speed limit signs have become absolutely pointless pieces of street furniture, unless you consider them to be essential props in the black humour of the living art installation that is Brexit Britain. ~ CLP 21/10/2020 →

  • On Numbers 2

    Is this what you get When splitting one evenly Or what becomes one? ~ Factors or products? You choose. CLP 20/10/2020 →

  • On Numbers 5

    Leaves, starfish, fingers Five is a magic number One of the many. ~ Odd isn’t it, five? Or should we count the stalk, the wrist, the foot? Then it’s six and even. ~ CLP 19/10/2020 →

  • On Trees

    Your towel is slipping Each breath of cool breeze reveals Stark inner beauty ~ CLP 19/10/2020 →