Jon Collins

Jon Collins

Word weaver, tale teller, singer of songs, baker and candlestick maker. Pattern whisperer. Distiller of clarity from complexity. Professional focus on software delivery, with all that enables it.

National Disgrace

National Disgrace 12/7/2021 It's a national disgrace Not the boys that kicked a ball, That did their best, That stood proud and tall before they crumbled Not the decisions

Casting Its Light

Casting Its Light Casting its light Casting a shadow A black dog beneath A stumbling drunk A hurrying figure, not wanting to wait To be somebody's victim A cliché, but mostly

Rush Hour In Brimscombe

Rush Hour In Brimscombe ­Scales playing, out of the window Carried on the wind Above the road noise, which pauses Temporarily on hold as if to say Go on, no, it's

When I Sit

when i sit by myself in a time and space a tiny place i can think of those things that i cannot face slow the pace and its alright.

Open Water

Open Water The swell of a wave As it hits Your face Mouth closed, eyes cleansed Cold release as it subsides And you can blink again Distant score, stretching Parallax to tell the