Reducing parts of myself to give the world more of myself, I find, when I look down at what’s left, there’s not enough left for myself, so I step out for a while to give the other half of me time enough to remind me that I am more than and noContinue reading “Savvy Poem – Enough”
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Serious Poem – Anxiety
Shuddering waves of washed-out goods needing some TLC – needing something. Something, or maybe someone to do something, to say something, to say that it’s okay, just to be the thing, the something, that is you. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 6th October, 2019 Image by Norman Bosworth from Pixabay Silly Letter – Dear Mrs MooContinue reading “Serious Poem – Anxiety”
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
Ruminating
It’s a rum old deal, to have to empty out, because, as thoughts do intrude and escalate, I keep on writing – and I start to deflate! But, the wind is so loud, when the last does escape that, at that very point – I terminate. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019Continue reading “Ruminating”
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”
More: A Savvy Poem
No more. No more do I want any more. More would be less, from my mooring point. Take me out. Untie me. Unleash me. Let me be more of nothing more than the more of me. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019 Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay
Fruitloop
I loop myself round and round myself, travelling in and through the tunnels of meness, racing past all of the thoughts about what others think, in the certain knowledge, that it is my own thoughts of my meness that will, in the end, liberate me. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 ImageContinue reading “Fruitloop”
Stigmental
Mental. Social stigma. Be open, discuss and share. People will get it and you won’t regret it. When the powerful know they have you ensnared. You’ve been opened, read, pinned, labelled and bookmarked. Stigmatised, stamped on, crushed, dried, composted, buried, rotated, and s c a t t e r e d … The many seedsContinue reading “Stigmental”
Feeling Real Fine
I lift myself up, up, up, up, and away, flying higher than high, and, somehow, it is done without trampling on anyone. Yes, it is possible to fly unaided. And, unbolstered by your underpinnings, by your transient base of ashes, I soar, on and on, soaring into infinity, everlasting and feeling, at last, but notContinue reading “Feeling Real Fine”
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