Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • On Silence

    Quiet school week night Traffic parked, empty pavements Not even owls’ calls . n.b. Tonight in Portsmouth the air is filled with nothing but sounds of sleep, while the countryside of Somerset will be alive to the hoots and shrieks of various night birds. This silence is unsettling; un-natural. . CLP 23/10/2019 →

  • On Money

    What is it you need? A ajunge acasa Here is your ticket . n.b. Romanian for “To get home” Yesterday a friend sought help from family and acquaintances to find out what ailed a young, homeless man. He had travelled in hope of work to Switzerland, having paid an agent to get him there. He →

  • On Concrete

    Hard composition Will undoubtedly remain Long after I’ve gone . CLP 20/10/2019 →

  • On Technology

    Inconsequential Speck circles march of many “I see no police” . n.b. Apparently Horatio Nelson (see Column) did not say “I see no ships”, but “I really do not see the signal.” at the Battle of Copenhagen. Yesterday’s (19th October, 2019) protest march against Brexit in London is conservatively estimated to have been attended by →

  • October (VI)

    The Sun weakens now While our eyes are distracted by October colours Our cooling skin does not lie . CLP 19/10/2019 →

  • October (IV)

    Washed out by last night Weather interrupted sleep Time for a shower . n.b. “Rain will clear over the next couple of days.” the weather forecaster said. It clears every hour or so here. Moments of beauty swept away by an incoming shower, before the next glistening picture of autumn is revealed, still wet on →

  • October (III)

    These last are not low hanging But harvest them we must Ripened on the upper boughs The topmost, sun-blushed fruit Balanced between earth and sky We climb and stretch To where they sit Well nigh, just out of reach If there’s a slip, they ricochet from branch to trunk to orchard floor Gashed and bruised →

  • October (I)

    Irregular beats Speckle tight canvas cover Rain’s rhythm persists . n.b. Now there is plenty of rain. October in Somerset has been remarkably wet. The damp air has slowed the arrival of autumn colours, although grass is turning yellow where the roots have become saturated. This afternoon I saw a washed out, pale pink earth →

  • On the Roof

    Rain drops, rain drops, rain Curtains drawn, time to read Your bedtime story . CLP 10/10/2019 →

  • On Landing

    Wind tears at metal wings Rain lashes the fuselage How soft the touch down . n.b. The descent was a dreadful experience; stomach churning, (the plane slewing along its flight path, dropping and jumping) . As the ground got nearer and the relative speed of the aircraft became sickeningly obvious, I tried to relax into →