I am, they say, bland.
Bland, ordinary, everyday – drab!
Being drab, I land in a bland sort of way –
as a tiny ripple, barely noticeable, until – swept
up by invisibility, my everything becomes your everything:
greedy, ravenous, destructive and
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019
Image by Dina Dee from Pixabay
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Elemental: A Savvy Poem
Numinous: This Physical Thing
Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian
Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.
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