Pressure – Silly-Savvy Poem

Pressure Lockdown, lockdown, when we going to lockdown? Now we’re in, now we’re in, when we going to get out? Lockdown, lockdown, when we going to lockdown? Get us out, get us out, when you going to get us out? Relax, caution, relax, caution. Back. Last one, hold on, last one, hold on. Hassle, hassle…

Lockdown Dance

Lockdown Dance Lonely in lockdown I keep company with the colours of the many versions of myself, all of them, dancing, wriggling, moving and shifting, adjusting to a new idea of what it is to be alive and thriving a life-force, freeing themselves up from the conventions of what it once was to be constrained,…

Tiers

Tiers Wedding cakes, ra-ra skirts and playhouses; scrumptious, trendy and entertaining. Layers and layers of fun. Tough tiers? Restrictive, lonely, dull. Necessary. Piling up. Mounting layers, upon layers, upon layers of creativity. Individual, multi-faceted, oodles and oodles of fun. The self, unrestricted. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Nov 26, 2020 Image by Natalie White from…

A Savvy-Something Poem – Patiently Waiting

Inspired by ‘Silence’, a poem by C D Anders, published on The Unecessary Blog. Liberated, I become quieter, preferring my own solitude. What is there to scream about, when I am no longer subdued by the desperateness of the embarrassment of others? Others who, with everything to hide about themselves, seek to create identical others. Identical…

Silly-Savvy Poem – Fully Flipped

A response to First Date by Glenn Thomas. Full of it. Full of freedom and full of fear. Fear of going forward for fear of fluffing it. Freedom. Fullness. Fear. Full. Flip! Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September, 2019 Image by Iva Balk from Pixabay   Do read, like and comment on further posts by…

Savvy Poem – Inchoate

I choke, on the words that I am expected to suck in, to believe. I chew, on the words for just a short while, before I spit                                                         …

Real Life: Haiku

At forty-nine, I start my real life – the one I was born to live.     Copyright owned by Jay Cool,  July 2019   Please read and comment on other posts by Jay Cool: 1: Lack-Lustre 55: Finiarted Time to Say Goodbye The Undertaking: Book Review Outstanding

55: Finiarted

Finished. Finished the day job. Started my life as me. Finiarted.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019   Image depicting my reaction a few moments ago, when Hubby returned from the supermarket minus the celebratory bottle of fizz I sent him out for, by Domenic Hoffmann from Pixabay

Quintessence

I quit. And in the quitting, I squint in the sunlight, and find, that at last, I make sense.       Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019   Featured image from Pixabay.com  

49: Sad

Disclaimer: If you decide to purchase a featured product, via one of the image links, I will receive a commission from Amazon at no extra cost to yourself. Seven working days to go and they ain’t half dragging! Sure, a part of me is sad – I have been in this job for twenty-three years…