Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • thunder storm

    In false warmth of MayAnvil clouds pile upEclipse the blueCast down hail stonesLightning spearing the gloomBasal crashes shaking the old townStair rods rattling on the streetsDon picks up his bedrollSeeks shelterIn the cathedral porchJean stumbles to the libraryHer mismatched clothesSelected from chance findsAnd what she stuffed into a rucksackOn escaping homeAaron sweats in his black →

  • on time

    on empty platformI coulda, woulda, shouldayour train long departed ~ n.b. When’s the last train? CLP 11/05/2023 →

  • on Ukraine

    We wait for the cuckoosTheir calls prompting dreams of summerYou wait for the cuckoos to leaveTheir absence prompting dreams of peace ~ CLP 10/05/2023 →

  • Leaves

    I hearTrees tremblingBefore I feelA dropletCold on my browBefore I seeDark spotsMarking the pathBefore I chooseTo walk onUnder shivering oak leaves ~ CLP 10/05/2023 →

  • at last

    is it just likethata flat line runninguntil the monitor is switched offcleaned down, preparedfor anotheror are there hiccoughsglitcheshesitations, lost hoursresumptionsimperceptiblediminuation of sparkuntil the inevitablethe flame extinguishedbut no smoking candlejust gone ~ CLP 09/05/2023 →

  • on train windows

    I forgot how raindropsRun in ribbonsAcross the paneCoalesce, bursting throughThe meniscus of dropletsWhich are then swallowed upBy bigger dropsWhich swell at each impactUntil the tension becomes too greatAnd they peel awayTo form a drunken linePlotting the relationshipBetween the train’s velocityAnd the pull of gravity ~ CLP 06/05/2023 →

  • Inherited

    my mother’s eyesmy dad’s demeanournot land, nor castlesincome from estatesthe staff, titlesthe homes, the jewelsnot the taxpayers cashinterest on millionsproperty worth billionsno power to tweak lawsbefore they’re setnot wealth passed onfrom a rich womanto her sonan accident of birthno one choosesto get bornthe luck of the drawto be fit and strongisn’t that enoughwith my mother’s →

  • Full Cycle

    Take me in your armsUnder the full moonIn the cool airOf early May Owls celebrateTheir rites of springIn the woodlandAlong the ridge Bluebells unfoldBefore the foliage aboveSteals all the lightShades in silver shadows The church bellChimes the quarter pastIt’s early yetStill time for bed Hold me in your armsWe’ll watch the full moon setFrom our →

  • on Ukraine

    one hundred years onnames carved into monumentsparents must explain ~ n.b. One day this horror too will be history. The battle then becomes preventing another. CLP 04/05/2023 →

  • on Moscow

    allegations thrownchild killer fears for his lifethreatens more killings ~ n.b. Moscow is run by a mass murderer, who throws a squinny when he claims, without independent verification, that drones were sent to Russia assassinate him. No comment about the hundreds of thousands of lives lost as a result of his orders. No words can →