Vague? Is my plan for a future that is not yet here a tad too vague? And, being vague, am I destined to wander; to wander on from place to place and to ping on back from bone to bone, and back right in to the d e p t h s of theContinue reading “Vagabond: A Savvy Poem”
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Rugged Guy: A Silly Haiku
Rugged guy up high why hide and then surrender? Drop your stilts and run ……..! Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019 ‘Rugged Guy in Chilton’ photograph by Jay Cool
Hope: A Savvy Haiku
Old wishes blasted, threads of a future fancy hang on – hoping, still … Copyright of poem, and photo, owned by Jay Cool, May 2019
2: MOT
The Dacia’s almost made it. It’s stalled and choked its way through another year, and is now being put through its paces by Chilton’s most-trusty Treadfirst engineer. I’m hoping it will pass. If my Dacia can pass muster, then I can make it too. For although I’ve just signed on the dotted line forContinue reading “2: MOT”
Mum of the Moment
‘Leafy scarf of Rust-Brown Silk’ by Jay Cool Grey-coated with leafy scarf of rust-brown silk and brooch of oyster pearls framing dark-brown curls, cycling over concrete of autumns gone. I see her. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018
Not Enough
‘Morning Walk’ photograph by Jay Cool Not enough dreams or sunsets, not enough full moons or early morning walks, not enough laughter to pave the journey, not enough poetry or stories, or enough time to write one’s own, not enough blankets to keep in the thoughts, or enough of anything that is enough. But, nevertheless,Continue reading “Not Enough”
Wild Thing
Do I have to be a something to be a something to be remembered? Will the world carry on ahead, with all the somebodies who have been something? Is that something? Am I something? Is it something just to be me? Wild. Wild in a wilderness of somebodies. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019Continue reading “Wild Thing”
Purple Berry
‘Purple Berry’ photograph by Jay Cool Purple berry’s twisted fate. Dried, dying, dangling, midst cherry pinks. Thirsty channel’s wearied weight Stretched, straining, slipping, t’wards motley greens. Salmon ball-gown’s awkward gait, Flustered, flipping, falling ‘mongst tawny golds. Middling ladies’ tired fate. Dried, dying, dangling midst hoary whites of ageing, ancient, trite old men – the last-chanceContinue reading “Purple Berry”
