Unravelling into middle age and out again. A ball of wool wound up tight, neat, fixed for a while. Catching, snagging, pulling, loosening and tangling. One great mass of stuff. Stuff to be pulled back in. Tight. Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020 Image by snd63 from Pixabay Silly Poem – Christmas…
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Savvy Poem – I See Them
Inspired by Willa Cather’s novel, ‘My Antonia’. I can see them now although I’d rather not. Why then, do I see them and what they are? Now. When really right now I would rather not. See. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2020 Image by skeeze from Pixabay Other posts by Jay…
Savvy Poem – Entwined
Suffocating space stretching out into sea of crushed moments; ideas of futures undone, now gone – Slowly killing me. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 9th January 2020 Image by Holger Schué from Pixabay A Word For 2020 Savvy Poem – Cracked Wallpaper Silly Adventure – Bunny Soup in Chilton
Savvy Poem – Misfittedup
Misfits required; but, if you don’t fit in, you will be fired! Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 4th December, 2020 Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Savvy Poem – Cracked Wallpaper Silly Poem – Downing It Silly Boris Romps to Power
Silly Poem – I write, therefore I am not.
Not a single inch of a poem have I been able to write whilst sitting here thinking about what not to write. This is the best that I cannot do. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 2nd January, 2020 Image by Kevin McIver from Pixabay Further posts by Jay Cool: Silly Writing Tips – How…
Silly Poem – Transformation
On top form, she feels transported out of her formative years. Transported into a world, in which she is transformed into the form of her own muse. She is her own fairy godmother, her own fully-formed creation. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2019 Image by WikimediaImages from Pixabay Savvy Book – Paris Echo…
Savvy Book – Paris Echo
‘Paris Echo’, by Sebastian Faulks. I’m told that the first sentence is key to writing a bestseller. And, on picking up a copy of Seb’s ‘Paris Echo’, I know this to be true. I read the first sentence: ‘I was taking a pee in the bathroom when I caught sight of myself in the mirror.’ (p.1) Recalling my…
Volition: A Savvy Poem
Being volatile, my spark evolves into a raging bonfire – flames, red-hot and amber, against bubbles of calming green.
Numinous: This Physical Thing
My stories are told from my toes; in the places between my joints, where vast expanses of sun-soaked-night sky are lit up by the flecks let loose from my mother bones; flecks, once broken, now holding their own – numinous. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019 Image by Johannes Plenio from Pixabay Please read more…
Day 7.2: Newport – She Who Never Grew Up!
Disclaimer: If you click through to Amazon and choose thereof to make a purchase of any recommended books, I will receive a commission at no extra cost to yourself (surely that’s an incentive?). End up at a pub and start up at a pub. This policy is a favourite of mine and has always worked…
