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Anxiety

Sure in her worry, `bout which wing is correct, her head, it takes flight, but her foot finds it`s ……………………………………. ON!     Copyright of text and image owned by Jay Cool, 3rd September, 2021   Further posts by Jay Cool. Please read, like and review. Inevitability Impacted Lockdown Dance  

Uptrodden

Down-seating myself for to eat, in company, I find that hungry I am not, just dislocated, bewildered, out of touch with a core of me that is no longer where it used to be, nor even where I expect to find it. Copyright of text and image owned by Jay Cool, 3rd September, 2021 (A4Continue reading “Uptrodden”

Inevitability

Ability. Determinedly inviting. And, yet, fragile. Its being-ness, being predetermined; with its destination, being – anything but, what some might term – inevit able.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, August 31st, 2021 Image by Peggy und Marco Lachmann-Anke from Pixabay  

The Travesty of The Ping

Locked in for eight days; just two more to go, before setting foot on the – Not yet. Not even one foot in and the other one out, and yet, today, I hear, not from the app, but from a voice transmitted upon radio waves: “It is not illegal, people must remember, to go outContinue reading “The Travesty of The Ping”

Looking At Where I Am

A poem inspired by Boris Johnsons Brexit negotiations, as reported by, BBC2 Newsnight, 10 December 2020. Looking at where I am, I find myself at a dinner table, in Brussels, and devoid of the anticipated fish dinner, feeling downbeat, hungry, full of regrets and with just three weeks to go before my people, The British,Continue reading “Looking At Where I Am”

Of Most Concern

Of Most Concern It concerns me, mostly, that of most concern is my concern that most of us have no concern for the concerns of others whatsover, insomuch as that, mostly, most of us have no concern whatsoever about being the cause of those concerns. And that really does, and inordinately so, concern me. CopyrightContinue reading “Of Most Concern”

Lockdown Dance

Lockdown Dance Lonely in lockdown I keep company with the colours of the many versions of myself, all of them, dancing, wriggling, moving and shifting, adjusting to a new idea of what it is to be alive and thriving a life-force, freeing themselves up from the conventions of what it once was to be constrained,Continue reading “Lockdown Dance”

`Measly, Nasty Cut`

‘Measly, Nasty Cut‘ With ease, he calls it measly, a nasty, nasty cut, but how can a cut be measly, when a cut is a lot less than a gash? Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, November 2020 Written in response to a response (quoted from a guest on Channel 4 News, 7pm, NovContinue reading “`Measly, Nasty Cut`”