Serious Poem – Monday Morning

Inspired by a reading of Philip Larkin’s poem, ‘High Windows’, within his anthology of the same name, whilst struggling to come to terms with a Monday morning – helped, in part, by a pot of tea in a Waitrose cafe.   Spilling milk, and feeling jugged, I gather up my teapot, spilling water – hot,Continue reading “Serious Poem – Monday Morning”

Serious Poem – A Monday Quest

Frenzied poems, I pencil down, in quest to quash the angst of a Monday morning in Waitrose – flowered ceramics with words of stewed-up tea.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 7th October 2019   Seriousish Poem – Moreover Savvy Style – On The Flat Savvy Book – The Hidden Life of Trees

Silly Poem – The Truth

Is the truth to be measured? Does it matter how much of all of it is the bit that is true? Or is it okay just to believe – in all of the bit of it and all of the rest? Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2019 Image by PDPics from Pixabay Savvy StyleContinue reading “Silly Poem – The Truth”

Seriousish Poem – Moreover

Connecting things up with more of a moreness that goes over into more of the same. More, or less of all of it that’s over.     Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2019   Image by minka2507 from Pixabay   Serious Poem – Never the Same Serious Poem – Anxiety  

Serious Poem – Anxiety

Shuddering waves of washed-out goods needing some TLC – needing something. Something, or maybe someone to do something, to say something, to say that it’s okay, just to be the thing, the something, that is you. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 6th October, 2019 Image by Norman Bosworth from Pixabay Silly Letter – Dear Mrs MooContinue reading “Serious Poem – Anxiety”

Silly Letter – Dear Mrs Moo

Dear Mrs Moo, I’m sorry that I did it, but what else can I say? I mean, how can I justify myself in this case? I know that your milk was produced with the sole intention of seeing your calf through to existence but, you must understand, I too was in need at that time.Continue reading “Silly Letter – Dear Mrs Moo”

Savvy Letter – Dear Bannatyne

                                                                                                             Continue reading “Savvy Letter – Dear Bannatyne”

Silly Poem – Winter’s Approach

October cold nips at thighs and calves. I wrap them, tuck them in, try to be at one with the shape of my chair. It’s a swivel chair. Once shaped, will I be able to twist, turn and spin into takeoff? And, once airborne, will I be able to land? Or, will that be meContinue reading “Silly Poem – Winter’s Approach”