As luscious-lime hedgerows turn jaunty ginger and smooth-slick skin turns furrowed and fusty, you remain true. Still there. My trusty friend; the comforting memory of a waft-warm drink. Still there. Trusty. A trusty friend very thoughtfully placed. Knowing that that my friend knows me, I smirk; a joke shared. Throat parched, I wait for jauntyContinue reading “Down The Lane”
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Not Enough
‘Morning Walk’ photograph by Jay Cool Not enough dreams or sunsets, not enough full moons or early morning walks, not enough laughter to pave the journey, not enough poetry or stories, or enough time to write one’s own, not enough blankets to keep in the thoughts, or enough of anything that is enough. But, nevertheless,Continue reading “Not Enough”
Wild Thing
Do I have to be a something to be a something to be remembered? Will the world carry on ahead, with all the somebodies who have been something? Is that something? Am I something? Is it something just to be me? Wild. Wild in a wilderness of somebodies. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019Continue reading “Wild Thing”
A Second Referendum
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com ‘twould open up a deep rift, deep, deep as the deepest sea, and great swathes of sentient beings, ‘twould be swept up into a humungous tidal wave, ripped apart from Corbyn, for ever more, more, more … until …. a great sandstorm would blow in from Europe, falling, deep, deep, intoContinue reading “A Second Referendum”
The Geography of Myself
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Myself has migrated, leaving hints of itself, in old towns and locations, where it used to be. In the dirt floor of a sandstone cave, in the soil of a grandfather’s vegetable garden, in the cracks of a concrete driveway, in the drains of a tarmacked road, and in the cornersContinue reading “The Geography of Myself”
Pointlessness
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Days escalate towards my end. At the end, will I remember me? Is there a point? Am I less or more than my end? When did I start? Will my end be like my start? Forgotten? Will I be less than the point of me? Is less more? A start? CanContinue reading “Pointlessness”
Free Movement
I had a dream. A dream that moved me. A dream about movement – about freedom. The freedom to move; to be moving and maintaining; maintaining one’s person in a public place: peeling one’s toe nails in a business meeting; picking one’s bogies whilst delivering a speech; plucking one’s mole hairs in company with aContinue reading “Free Movement”
Rooted Toe
Six inches of snow predicts my toe, then tells me to purchase fur boots. I’m not one to argue, after all my toe’s gone through, with a message sent up from my roots. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Jan 2019 Inspiration taken from a reading of Robert Frost’s ‘Winter Lull’.
Me is More
‘Prairie Dog’ courtesy of Pixabay.com If my lover loved me fully Wore my poems in her hair I would play for her a love song I know she wouldn’t care My flat notes would be tuneful The twanging strings so cool She’d look at me as in a dream N’er take me for aContinue reading “Me is More”
A Rushed Ending
‘Beach’ courtesy of Pixabay.com time circling itself each round of the circle getting smaller each weekend seeming shorter passing quicker than the one before until Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspiration take from ‘Mexicans Lost in Mexico’ by Nico Amador. Who is Jay Cool?
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