Shadows of middle-age larking around with the mind of Philip, as he sees the elderly, mouths drooling, and is fearful of this watery reflection of skewed ripples, of the spades digging into his own disintegration. By Jay Cool, 18th August 2022 Inspired by snippets of Philip Larkin´s poetry, as featured on BBC Four´s Return toContinue reading “Revealing Mr Larkin”
Category Archives: Beyond My Myddle
Time Well-Spent
Days tumbling in on me, knocking me flat, and burying me in spent time. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January, 2022 Header image from pixabay.com
Eight Lines of Readiness: #SIWOPC
Eight lines in which to eat my way into the stomach of the one; the one who will judge the togetherness of my random thoughts. Random thoughts all bunched up into word chains. Word chains that, if approved off, will be more than ready. Word chains washed, tumbled, starched and ironed. Word chains at theContinue reading “Eight Lines of Readiness: #SIWOPC”
Saturday Sauce: A Silly Poem
On this, such a fine day, I sat on a turd, feeling quite turgid and grey. It’s true that it really was quite absurd, to be morbid when so close to May. But the lovely Theresa, she tasted like curd, and it made me less shy, I must say! So, although you might think meContinue reading “Saturday Sauce: A Silly Poem”
A Dotty Dance: Silly Questions
If eyes are hidden behind curtain of overgrown fringe, are they really there? If spots are hidden behind sheets of yellow-brown foundation, do they really exist? Or have the eyes, and the spots, departed from this world and entered another? Do they dance the tango together, in an alternative existence, in celebration of their dottyContinue reading “A Dotty Dance: Silly Questions”
Something to Do
Not knowing what to do is something worth living for. Is something – to do! Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay
Blood-Tipped: A Savvy Poem
High forehead, raised eyebrow and eyes d r i l l i n g into the soul of the viewer; intelligent, curious – perceptive, even? But smudge-tipped nose and smoky knuckles, reveal the barriers within – foggy knots blocking coherent thoughts, foggy knots struggling to hold together the blood-tipped soul of the sitter.Continue reading “Blood-Tipped: A Savvy Poem”
Descendant of the Generator
Inspired by the self help blog empress2inspire.wordpress.com’s affirmation to myself that ‘I am world-class & one of a kind’. One of the world and one of a kind. What kind of a one am I, if my one face does not fit in the one world of my one life? Should my one ofContinue reading “Descendant of the Generator”
Stigmental
Mental. Social stigma. Be open, discuss and share. People will get it and you won’t regret it. When the powerful know they have you ensnared. You’ve been opened, read, pinned, labelled and bookmarked. Stigmatised, stamped on, crushed, dried, composted, buried, rotated, and s c a t t e r e d … The many seedsContinue reading “Stigmental”
A Sunday Stretch
Waking up to the sun, I think I should go for a walk. But, I don’t. Instead, I bring the sun into my home and my being. To go magenta red, or mango orange? Big decision. I mix the magenta with the mango and shake. No decision needed. I emerge from pink pool at oneContinue reading “A Sunday Stretch”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 