Inspired by Jessica Rae Bergamino‘s poem ‘Did Rise’. Didn’t get there in time. Didn’t get finished. Didn’t perfect it. Didn’t quite do what others seem to do wholly all of the time. Didn’t anybody else, ever, in the whole of human existence ever get any didn’ts? Don’t get it! Don’t get it at all!Continue reading “Silly Poem – Didn’t”
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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 EchoContinue reading “Silly Poem – Transformation”
Serious Poem – Ironing
Ironing out my thoughts, I try to think the bumps away … I can’t. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2019
A Silly Poem – No Views
No views. Is business a card, distributed to many, if the many see no purpose in following it through? Have I been reduced to a card of many that produces nothing? Am I a reduction? Will someone find me, someday, in the pocket of a charity shop jacket, and will they pick me up andContinue reading “A Silly Poem – No Views”
Silly-Savvy Poem – Thursday
Trudging, hearse-like, in morning slumber – worse, I know, than swinging out to terrain of pink-dank carpet, cupped with hoops of tan (the stains of long-drunk coffee cups, and mugs, and breakfast bowls- uprooted from cluttered-clanks of kitchen chaos, to quell the thirst of mornings gone, of people past, of time thrown out, of thoughtsContinue reading “Silly-Savvy Poem – Thursday”
Silly Poem – Liaison With A Lamp
‘Liaison With A Lamp’ was written in the usual dim lights of a Prado Lounge, whilst observing the sun’s rays begging to be allowed in, and dipping in and out of the collection ‘High Windows’ (available at Waterstones) by the poet Philip Larkin. ‘Only the young can be alone freely. The time is shorter now forContinue reading “Silly Poem – Liaison With A Lamp”
Savvy Poem – Left-Right Invaders
When seeking out a quiet spot, in a quiet cafe, to keep company with paper and pencil, and a pot of tea for one – first, check out the neighbouring tables. Are they empty and are they large? If the answer to either/or both of these questions is ‘yes’, then go sit in a field,Continue reading “Savvy Poem – Left-Right Invaders”
Silly Poem – Pink Lippy
Written whilst in Prado, looking out up at a statue of Thomas Gainsborough, lording it over the activities of the Avon lady’s market stall. Gainsborough lords it high above cerise-pink hood; a flower above all flowers – its bed of make-up puckering lips up for a kiss. Gainsborough smiles, his lips all pink andContinue reading “Silly Poem – Pink Lippy”
Serious Poem – Outgoings
Outgoings. Continue reading “Serious Poem – Outgoings”
Savvily-Serious Poem – Lift Lines
Inspired by the words of Christina Henry, in her novel, ‘The Girl in Red’: ‘.. a cloak made of tired that pressed down on her shoulders and made her neck droop.’ (p.32) And by my memory of lamp I once owned, in the shape of a lady wearing a crinoline dress – a lady whose undergarmentsContinue reading “Savvily-Serious Poem – Lift Lines”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 