Silly-Savvy Poem – Thursday

Trudging, hearse-like, in morning slumber –

worse, I know, than swinging out to terrain

of pink-dank carpet, cupped with hoops of

tan (the stains of long-drunk coffee cups,

and mugs, and breakfast bowls- uprooted

from cluttered-clanks of kitchen chaos, to

quell the thirst of mornings gone, of people

past, of time thrown out, of thoughts I had –

now wasted) – I take time to reconsider, to

shake off time still                                             waiting.

The phone rings.



Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Thursday 24th October, 2019

Image by Heiko Stein from Pixabay

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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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