A response to the poem ‘On Clothes’, by Kahlil Gibran (as featured on poem-a-day). If the ‘wind longs to play with’ my ‘hair’, let it flatten rather than flick and fly with all that is split with it. And, if ‘the earth delights to feel’ my ‘bare feet’, let it pumice and pummel all ofContinue reading “Decrusted”
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Fragility
If ‘butterflies are too fragile to hold’ (*), then why do we treat our fellow humans so roughly? Why does the woman, seeing her lover’s eyes glance at perceived beauty, find herself accidentally brushing against a protruding elbow, causing a spillage, and an ensuing scene? Why doesn’t, she too, make eyes and smile withContinue reading “Fragility”
Batted
Disclaimer: This post is primarily to share my own poetry, but it does contain an affiliate link to a poetry collection by John Gallaher. If you choose to purchase Gallaher’s book, I will receive a commission at no cost to yourself. ‘What’s it like to be a bat?’ he asks. And then, before I canContinue reading “Batted”
Distant Head
My ex, he had a distant head; and his eyes were near his nose. Like Cyclops, he looked cold and dead So instead – I kissed my toes! Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019 Inspired by the phrases ‘distant head’ and ‘cold and dead’ in ‘Upon the Mountain’s Distant Head’, by William Cullen Bryant.Continue reading “Distant Head”
And God Sat Down
God got to the seventh day, but wasn’t happy – there at the end – on the fringes, so he took three and a half giant steps backwards and sat down to protect his space on a lump of sandstone rock, right there in the middle of Myddle, and he liked what he saw, so heContinue reading “And God Sat Down”
I think, therefore I …
If I say what I think, I make you all cross. If you say what you think, your face lights up. Why, then, I think, should we not all say what we think? I think it, but I don’t say it. To say what I think would make everyone cross. Crowds of people, lit facesContinue reading “I think, therefore I …”
Half-Born
Inside my outer layer is a little girl, another version of myself, being half-born again and again, never quite making it to the outside – just hesitating, just thinking about it; mulling it over, before … burrowing back in. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019 Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Inspired byContinue reading “Half-Born”
Exposure
Sweat clams up my facial pores, drowning my being in a deluge of fast-playing age, like a sweaty-sibling’s palm, it taunts me, blocks my immediate vision and blurs out the splayed-out fingers on its periphery. Its a winter midnight but, even so, I fling off my summer-togged duvet, and sit up – abruptly; willing myContinue reading “Exposure”
Swallow and Spit
If I swallow myself, will I forever preserve all of the books I have read and not read? If the read books go straight through me, will the not-read books be digested slowly? If the words are sifted and sorted into the ordered files of my inner being, can they be mixed up; mixedContinue reading “Swallow and Spit”
Amber Folk
‘amber folk sipping gold sun through skin’ (line 5 of ‘to be considered before inviting everyone to the cookout’ by Rasheed Copeland) Red, amber and green, and if you want the ultimate, go for purple and think not in amber. Amber is a middling goal, a goal parading as gold. To go for purpleContinue reading “Amber Folk”
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