Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • on Ukraine

    Here is another link, this time to an article in The Guardian about contemporary poetry writing in Ukraine. With so much going wrong elsewhere, it is easy to forget, Ukraine is still besieged, Moscow still presses on with its invasion plans. Meanwhile, in Moscow, a poet is gaoled for five years for reciting a poem →

  • on light

    Andaluciagentle whispers caught on breezekiss brushes the heart CLP 28/12/2023 →

  • on peace

    I received a link to an impassioned video plea for ceasefire in poetic form. Should an agency cleaner in the basement… By Steve Pottinger. Keep talking about Gaza, keep demanding a ceasefire. Invoke the name of the young conscientious objector Tal Mitnick, imprisoned for 30 days for refusing to believe that “more violence will bring →

  • on December

    a band-aid stretchedover open wounds, fresh cutsbleed through, edges peel ~ n.b. Roll on January Blues, when hurt is exposed to the air and healing can begin. CLP 28/12/2023 →

  • on light

    wavering candle flame sputters into black smokewax cools and hardens ~ n.b. What point is there in carrying a cold torch? →

  • on life

    we spin alongan invisible pathbetween Venusand Marsconnected bydelicate threadssisters, brotherscousinsconstellationsof generationsshifting shapemoving apart CLP 23/12/2023 →

  • alpine peak

    I don’t do skiingNot that slither and slidePick up speedBounce, twist, swooshy thingI don’t need the rushOf hurtling downhillJust to go back upTo do it again, againTake my hand until spring comeswe’ll dancethrough fresh pasturelie on a daisy carpetimpress grass angelsin meadowslisten to cow bellsting off the pineslaugh as we break throughthe clinging skin of →

  • on time

    dark days these are indeedthe Sun as distant as it can benew half-moon offers hopeof lighter nightsthe pendulum will swing backspring followbut first we must hunker downfeel cold of winter’s dawnsunlight without warmthilluminating our struggle ~ CLP 19/12/2023 →

  • on time

    there is much sadnessyet still the Sun transmits warmthin this winter air ~ CLP 17/12/2023 →

  • winter blackbird

    what do you think you are playing at?three a.m. on a December Saturdaysinging like it’s a summer dawn?the Sun doesn’t rise for another five hoursit’s been gone for elevenwhat do you think you’re playing at? ~ CLP 16/12/2023 →