‘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”
Category Archives: Silly-Savvy Poems
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”
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?
Thought Buds
Is a thought that comes from a line of thought written by another poet, a thought at all that can be called a thought of my own, or is it simply a thread pulled from a coat of other people’s multicoloured thoughts? Is it a frayed thread, a thread that is really a twig sproutingContinue reading “Thought Buds”
Making My Way Across Counties
‘My body is a small cave door it’s a slick whale a jubilant sea of tall grass that sways & makes its way across countries’ (lines 1-4 of ‘::Searching for My Own Body::’ by Yesenia Montilla.) Out of a small cave door, he came forth, and a birth came forth from whence emerged anotherContinue reading “Making My Way Across Counties”
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