Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • on February

    day felt cold enoughverge ankle-deep in snowdropsnortherly bows pines ~ CLP 25/02/2023 →

  • on guns

    they come fully armedwith land, money, privilegefingers on triggers ~ n.b. An industry always prepared to send warning shots over the heads of the little people who want fewer guns, fewer needless deaths, limits on gun power in the UK. Remember Dunblane. Never forget, one man on the run with a gun is one too →

  • on Ukraine

    UN takes twelve monthsto condemn and demand enduniversalapplause ~ n.b. It only took the UN a year to put together such a clear statement. Meanwhile, in the grand scheme of things…people have died, homes destroyed, the business of war enriched. Honestly, a year. FFS. CLP 24/02/2024 →

  • on theatre

    transfixed, mind in spin”don’t stop ’til you’ve had too much”that’s entertainment ~ n.b. Luke Wright’s ‘The Remains of Logan Dankworth’ well worth seeing. On tour in the UK. CLP 23/02/2023 →

  • on Ukraine

    orbit completedtime for annual accountswho profits from loss? ~ CLP 23/2/2023 →

  • on irony

    relief as dusk fallsown bed awaits travellerdreams will transport him ~ CLP 22/02/2023 →

  • on time

    memory of pastfades alongside agreed plansfuture forgotten ~ n.b. Forgetting yesterday is a useful self-preservation process, forgetting what should be happening tomorrow must be frightening. CLP 21/02/2023 →

  • on time

    unable to wakeher son calls gently, husbandtouches neck, seeks pulse ~ n.b. On this occasion, she woke. The beat goes on. CLP 20/02/2022 →

  • on time

    so thrilled to be thereright at the front, watching warm-upsomebody’s grandson ~ n.b. Which is how it started for me too, over fifty years ago. CLP 18/02/2023 →

  • on time

    immersed in Ernauxeverything seen in contextlives in parallel ~ CLP 19/02/2023 →