Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • on life

    when shorn of pretencebared limbs exposed to sunlightwhat is it lies beneath? ~ CLP 12/02/2024 →

  • on calm

    there is nothing morefor us to say, for this iswhat life has taught us ~ CLP 10/02/2024 →

  • on choices

    options still existwindows let in light, doors shutbehind you, walk on ~ CLP 10/02/2024 →

  • on sleep

    you lay yourself downat last, let go of yourselffed, warm, safe, you rest~ CLP 09/02/2024 →

  • On Ukraine

    What now for Ukraine?Two years backwards and forwardsChess pieces removed ~ n.b. Politics or strategy? The West has other fish to fry, it seems. The masters of war play on, as the planet perspires. CLP 09/02/2024 →

  • On Ukraine

    British army mustquadruple in size to repelRussia military……say Chiefs.~n.b. That won’t be happening without immigration, or conscription, or a very old army when current demographics are looked at in detail. CLP 02/02/2024 →

  • On Ukraine

    disputatious headsfractionalise the nationtroops die in trenches – n.b. It is reported that the President and the nation’s top General are at odds about the effectiveness of Ukraine’s armed forces. This is not chess, there is an armed aggressor. Every day the adult children of Ukrainians and Russians are dying in mud,, in what is →

  • on time

    last hours here for nowmemories scattered like starshappiness in the soil ~ CLP 17/01/2024 →

  • What a Hoot!

    the owlwho felt this afternoon’s sunwarm his breast feathersshamelessly proclaimedhis attractiveness to allin almost indecent hastefor the Sun had yet to fully setwhen his call echoed from the woodannouncing his spring-like mood I am up for it, are you? CLP 11/01/2024 →

  • Night Clouds

    after a while close to zerofeels warm, if shelteredfrom the north-easterlythat dragged the sheetof last night’s altostratusbetween us and the starsstretched the cloudsinto grotesque shapesghosts of memorieswringing out the final frissonbefore sleep took us ~ CLP 11/01/2024 →