Savvy Poem – Boulder Dough

Climate change, trolls, homophobia and racism dominate the news. Is this refreshing, not to hear about Brexit? Or, does it all roll in together – all kneaded up in a lump of dough – until, ball-like, it’s pushed nudged down, until it crushes us.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 20th September 2019 Please read,…

Silly-Savvy Poem – Obedience

A response to the post ‘More Intelligent Species Tend to be More Obedient’ by Hamed M Dehongi. Obedience. Rules. Lies. Business? Disobey, disassociate and, from a distance – take a stance. Stand! Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2019 Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay Savvy Book – Giving a F**k Silly-Savvy Poem – Fully…

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 – The Exhumation

  An old coal, gone white, c r u m b l e, shovelled into the expectation of an existence, that sees, only, the dust of its expiration. The exorcist, unexpectedly, finds a fleck of a white dust buried deep within her pit. She exhumes it. And it glows.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool,…

Savvy Poem – The Conwy Worm

      Drawbridge up – forever closed, we hear the tune, and follow.   No choice, but to burrow under.   No alternative, but to root ourselves in for the long haul.   I feel the sharpness of the spade as it chops this worm in two regurgitating us forward into the light, as…

Savvy Poem – Enhancement

  Taking a chance, I burrow into the furrows of my freckle-spattered skin, digging out the white-grey hairs to display them, proudly, alongside any golden reminders of another me.   There are so many versions of myself, in evidence still – each one as worthy of existence, as the one before that lingers, hanging on…

Worthlessness

  Am I worth less than a life that is half my age? If that is the case, then why do they double me up, paying me twice as much as my younger self, only to then let go of my worthlessness – to save themselves from the cost of my pricelessness?   Copyright owned…

Shrivelled

I shake off the lines that led me to this point, and, in the aftermath, I feel the smoothness of the surface of myself, whilst considering whether I really know where the point is. Is it at the sharp tip of my artist’s B pencil? Is it at the tip of my Hubby’s Roman beak?…

Llanberis: Snowdon’s Foot

  Vertical. Vertical does not go with vertical. Turning back, I stick to ground level. My right foot being crook, I remain at one with the foot of Snowdon.   Pressure. Pressure is a cure for the pain. I apply it, settling myself down upon the arch of Snowdon’s foot, hoping to stunt the flow…

Conwy

In the smallness of it, I lift up coffin lid and hide in the spaciousness of all that is mine for keeps.   As, in grandeur, my ancestor, Edward I, looks down from his castle tower, perusing all that is his, whilst longing for his own little place in which to be.   Copyright owned…