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 byContinue reading “Silly-Savvy Poem – Fully Flipped”
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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,Continue reading “Savvy Poem – The Exhumation”
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, asContinue reading “Savvy Poem – The Conwy Worm”
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 onContinue reading “Savvy Poem – Enhancement”
Savvy Poem – 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 by JayContinue reading “Savvy Poem – Worthlessness”
Savvy Poem – 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?Continue reading “Savvy Poem – Shrivelled”
Savvy Poem – 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 flowContinue reading “Savvy Poem – Snowdon’s Foot”
Savvy Poem – Nothing Illegal
‘Nothing illegal here, mate!’ he declares, as he passes a clear-plastic sandwich bag over to a consort. The bag, of course, containing a quantity of white powder, on full view for all passers by. The lad, of course, containing a head stuffed full with similar bags of white powder, where once sat a brain,Continue reading “Savvy Poem – Nothing Illegal”
Silly Poem – 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 ownedContinue reading “Silly Poem – Conwy”
Savvy Poem – Port Dinorwic
A shadow of a boy hazy slings slate to the seas skimming off only the scum of a slither of a second. A scene snapped. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, August 4th, 2019 Savvy Diary – The Torture Savvy Article – Boris & Donald Savvy Book – Fuse
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