Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • on Ukraine

    how was the ceasefire?Christian of you to offerlast seven words of… ~ n.b. Can you hear Ukrainians’ pleas for more help over the Royal Family book launch publicity? Do not forsake them. Moscow knows what it’s doing only too well. CLP 09/01/2023 →

  • on music

    dance branch to boughlong-tail tits staccato song free-style formation ~ CLP 09/01/2023 →

  • on time

    what hour can this be?moonlit apple orchard limbsrookery’s dawn croaks ~ n.b. The mechanical measure of time slips into insignificance when daylight is secondary to moonlight. The corvids, atop the high trees, will let you know when it’s time to move. CLP 08/01/2022 →

  • on time

    Saturday againalways the same, but differentFA Cup weekend ~ n.b. You know what I’m talking about? It’s a special day to start off the new year. Festivities behind us, time to get serious. CLP 07/01/2023 →

  • on light

    despite gloom and doomMadame Soleil still with usdrawing us onward ~ CLP 06/01/2023 →

  • ghost

    a grey shadowspirited out of dusk the figure of a womanunfamiliar to meI waved to no availshe stoodneither coming nor goingunresponsive to my gestureI returned to my workcutting back two years growththe hedge barely recognisableedges blurredI looked againwas she coming or going?the sad shape of herstill, therelight decayingas memory fadesI turned a third timeshe’d disappeared →

  • on Ukraine

    don’t involve your godthirty six hours ceasefire thengodlessness resumes ~ n.b. Excuse me for being cynical, eye of a needle and all that. Bit late probably, Vlad. CLP 05/01/2023 →

  • on light

    secondhand daylightsent via lunar surfacedusted in silver ~ n.b. Long exposure rather exaggerates the scene, but you get the ideaz CLP 05/01/2023 →

  • on light

    how many steps there?silver balloon floats upwardillumination ~ n.b. Tonight it won’t be dark until the Moon sets. CLP 04/01/2023 →

  • on time

    seasons all muddledcurious robin calls bybum barrels flit past ~ CLP 04/01/2023 →