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Flight

run when pursued by conclusions grasped by an abundance of wax filling in the voids within stacks of untruths shaped into realisation by sympathetic ears by Jay Cool, 12th April 2025

‘The Woodbridge Buoys’

With buoyant steps, I bounce along the banks of Deben as feeling but an ounce, I bumble into take-off with my chosen buoy, bobbing. Words & image by Jay Cool, January 2025

Stare back, she says when I say, They keep staring staring at me looking round the corner being sneaky spying on me Who? she says. Children, strange children, children looking at me while I play. Children who want to play, she says. So, I stare back, I stare back and they run away. Gone, IContinue reading “Stare Back”

All is This

All is This This is all. All is this. This is. All. Image & text by Jay Cool, March 2023

Miseverstood

Quirky, odd, miseverstood, she clutches at the clouds that cuddle and clasp the cords that knot together the pylons that p u l l a p a r t the pieces of themselves with prancing. Words and image by Jay Cool, February 2023

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

Of Most Concern

Of Most Concern It concerns me, mostly, that of most concern is my concern that most of us have no concern for the concerns of others whatsover, insomuch as that, mostly, most of us have no concern whatsoever about being the cause of those concerns. And that really does, and inordinately so, concern me. CopyrightContinue reading “Of Most Concern”

Prosecco Rain – A Savvy Poem

(Contains a Waterstone’s link to an associated book, for which, if you choose to buy, the author of this post will receive a small commission.) Prosecco Rain The soft fizz of Prosecco rain at last blocks out the rumbles of a stationary engine left r u n n i n g, grumbling, stuttering and stumbling,Continue reading “Prosecco Rain – A Savvy Poem”

Driving Through Foliage

Driven on, and driving, through things still growing, I reflect on the shortness of what it is to be me, An illusory span of meness, contracting, shrinking – inches becoming centimetres becoming millimetres becoming nothingtres as the concept of me is consumed by the foliage that carries on growing, bending – homing in on theContinue reading “Driving Through Foliage”

Savvy-Storm Poem – Unable

Inspiration taken from the poem ‘Migration’ by Jenny George (Poem-A-Day website) Unable Red leaves assemble in the tree that licks the sky above my house long tongues wagging, pointing and gloating at me Now you know, they say. Now you know what it is, to be fixed, immoveable, and unable Continue reading “Savvy-Storm Poem – Unable”