Journey of Words

Tag: Time

  • On time

    It’s been many yearsSticker stuck to this lamppostWe’re coming back soon ~ n.b. Someone, in January 2019, slapped the Pompey sticker here on Mariners Lane, Norwich. Not long now before we meet again. Can’t wait. CLP 20/05/2024 →

  • On Yer Bike, Son

    While I sleep you pushYour pedals up and downRound and roundJoining memory’s dotsStory lines, itinerary stopsBooth without an agendaWouldn’t miss the chanceTo hit a bar on his wandersWhile Wake takes an aesthete’s routeAlert to bears, earthquakes, carsLorries, buses, ferries, trainsPainfully aware, at fiftyHe’s living again ~ n.b. Follow Matt Wake’s epic pedal-pushing ride through Japan’s →

  • on time

    more years ago thanI care to count, but now Iknow that I do count ~ n.b. You and me and you and I, we count. I don’t think I descend into the depths of trite too often (I hope). This isn’t meant to be so, but…WE DON’T CARE!!!! No points for getting the ‘joke’. CLP →

  • on time

    I am still not used to writing‘2024’And the days are already longFor just a few more weeksBefore winter startsTo reel the light in againI must not waste these precious daysOf light ~ CLP 08/05/2024 →

  • Today it is Tuesday

    I have to remind myself todayIt is TuesdayI keep sensing it’s WednesdayTuesdayTuesdayTuesdayIt is always a Tuesday*~n.b. A strange feeling that today is not today. Will it mean that throughout tomorrow I will experience strong sensations of deja vu, because today I thought Tuesday was Wednesday? *’It is always a Tuesday’ is an echo of a →

  • on Saturday

    upandatem! RiseTown bound train football-fan-fullthe end is in sight ~ n.b. Ipswich Town fans making journey to the ancient port, excited by promotion prospects. Good luck to them! Proper club. CLP 04/05/2024 →

  • Wild Garlic

    Pungent woodland trailBetween the bluebellsAnd forget-me-notsThe garlic running wildYou scrunched up two leavesOffered them to meTo roll between my palmsYou watchedMy deep inhalationOf the scented sapLeaked from the bruised vacuolesMay’s first dayWarmth, at lastA woodpecker drumming~ CLP 01/05/2024 →

  • A Quick Pint

    I join the un-numbered men who spend Sunday afternoonIn pubs where a pint can disappear or stretch out through countless hoursUntil each decides it is time to move. Another pub beckons.~n.b. Sijo. CLP 28/04/2024 →

  • Grateful

    Bluebells rang around the groundsDancing in the West WindWhile we sat insideListening in blackTo his grief-bent sonBoth arms locked stiffTight-knuckled at the lecternThat shookHe read as best he couldOf his dad, his friend Who had done his bestWhere demons huntThat broken voiceMatched his heartCaused him to pauseTo catch his breathHis daughter thanked usWho’d come this →

  • From ashes

    You’ll notice will o’ the wispsTwist up powdery flakesMaybe kindle a glowIgnite a flickerFrom frail charcoalUntil the rainPercolates the soilFrom where new life grows ~ CLP 12/04/2024 →