My stories are told from my toes; in the places between my joints, where vast expanses of sun-soaked-night sky are lit up by the flecks let loose from my mother bones; flecks, once broken, now holding their own – numinous. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019 Image by Johannes Plenio from Pixabay Please read more…
Tag: poetry
Menopause: Silly-Savvy Poem
I pause, just for a nanosecond, to consider the flaw in the word menopause. Isn’t it women, they such as I, that suffer from the pause? And what is this pause anyway? Do women just stop, rest awhile, and take the time to consider, as I – am doing – now – the flaw? The…
A Recent View: A Silly Poem
One. One person viewed the not me that is the me that wrote the latest but not the last one. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019 If you are the ‘one’, please read another of my silly poems, e.g. Deblobbed. Image by Henryk Niestrój from Pixabay
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; her…
Vagabond: A Savvy Poem
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 the…
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
Formalisation: A Savvy Poem
To be on form is to be sensationalised. To be on form is not to be real. To be on form makes no sense of any kind of nonsensical nonsense and is – in a sense – completely and utterly senseless. And, no, I am not just a someone – a someone striving to be…
Me: A Silly Poem
Me, me, me and more me. Munching through myself, I write more and more. Mumbling more and more about me. Meness. Am I just a mumble? A mere mumble? A mumble of meness? Mumble or not, I keep on munching, making mountains and mountains of the meness of myself. Copyright owned by me, Jay…
Gum: A Silly Poem
Gum. Mounting up in my upside-down world. A pile of sticky mass threatening to consume me, crowding me out of my hiding place. Time to leave, to re-emerge into learning. Too late. It drags me in by a single strand of my hair. Eyelids unable to open, cheekbones redefined, ears silent. Sir’s voice; my learning;…
Protest: A Savvy Poem
Rot. A lot of old rot. A lot of rotten old tests pushed at me by rotten old people. Old people and old tests. All rotten. And all best left to rot. A lot! Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by F1 Digitals from Pixabay
