Category Archives: Savvy Poems

Quotidian: A Savvy Poem

I am, they say, bland. Bland, ordinary, everyday – drab! Being drab, I land in a bland sort of way – as a tiny ripple, barely noticeable, until – swept up by invisibility, my everything becomes your everything: greedy, ravenous, destructive and DELICIOUS.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019   Image by Dina DeeContinue reading “Quotidian: A Savvy Poem”

Menopause: Silly-Savvy Poem

I pause, just for a nanosecond, to consider the flaw in the word menopause. Isn’t it women, they such as I, that suffer from the pause? And what is this pause anyway? Do women just stop, rest awhile, and take the time to consider, as I – am doing – now – the flaw? TheContinue reading “Menopause: Silly-Savvy Poem”

Magnificence: A Savvy Poem

  I colour my life up in orange,          MAGNIFICENCE! shades of mangoes and marigolds, to make me feel like there is more of me, and that the more of me shines more and more, like the red-orange river of gold that ran away from me, chased away by the mocking moronsContinue reading “Magnificence: A Savvy Poem”

Travel Log: A Savvy Poem

I unravel myself and, stretched out, feeling full, I traverse the River Humber, leaving my beginning where part of me began, in Grimsby, and my middle, over the other side in                                              Yorkshire. InContinue reading “Travel Log: A Savvy Poem”

And Like: A Savvy Poem

Why turn up the volume? Why drown out your own thoughts? Listen to yourself, to your own voice – and celebrate! Be what you were always meant to be. Just be. And like.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019 Written in response to the post Thoughts Late at Night.   Drown yourself in JayContinue reading “And Like: A Savvy Poem”

All Three of Me

Time is limited.  There isn’t much left of it, he said. Why then, at forty-nine has my life as myself only just started? And will the first year of my new beginning last until the end of time? Or, in the stretching, will it thin out – in the middle – with neither of theContinue reading “All Three of Me”

Restlessness: A Savvy Poem

Nested. Never mind all the rest; never mind the endless tests or   the   race  to  be  best ……… or the boys who were nothing – nothing more than the rest – just pests! She wanted nothing, nothing more, and nothing less, than a place, a place for a             rest; herContinue reading “Restlessness: A Savvy Poem”

Displaced: A Salopian Hincher in Suffolk

This house – my cave – has never truly hugged me. So, feeling the Hinch, I pick up my flimsy frying-pan turner, and get to work, scraping away the gunk of those who went before. Will this house now feel like a part of me – or, like gunk, do I still need to scrapeContinue reading “Displaced: A Salopian Hincher in Suffolk”