All is This This is all. All is this. This is. All. Image & text by Jay Cool, March 2023
Tag Archives: poetry
Miseverstood
Quirky, odd, miseverstood, she clutches at the clouds that cuddle and clasp the cords that knot together the pylons that p u l l a p a r t the pieces of themselves with prancing. Words and image by Jay Cool, February 2023
Wrong Words
I sit and smile and sit and smile but the words that leave me behind bear no witness to the me that sits and smiles. Sits and smiles. By Jay Cool, December 2022
Some Old Man’s Bunion
I knew an old man with a bunion – it was true, it resembled an onion! Such long hairs did it sprout, that although it did pout, it wore plaits and became a Saint Trinian. By Jay Cool, August 2022 Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay
Revealing Mr Larkin
Shadows of middle-age larking around within the mind of Philip, as he sees the elderly, mouths drooling, and is fearful of this watery reflection of skewed ripples, of the spades digging into his own disintegration. By Jay Cool, 18th August 2022 Inspired by snippets of Philip Larkin´s poetry, as featured on BBC Four´s Return toContinue reading “Revealing Mr Larkin”
Living With Covid
Dreggy stomach. Confused head. Heavy arms. Covid spread? Back to bed? Changing tack. Stomach fed. No more qualms. And clear head. I stand. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Friday 17th December, 2021
Nasty Beets
A zillion jumping beetles, with some flair, play dodgems, and they do not care, `bout who did plant such seeds that grew. That grew and grew `til leaves anew tiered up and out as if they could be stands held out – as if they should be hosts to louts that leap about,Continue reading “Nasty Beets”
People Think
People Think People think, I think, but think I – what they think about me, probably, doesn`t matter. That is, if I even think about what they think about me at all. Copyright of text owned by Jay Cool, 9th September, 2021 Image by Prawny from Pixabay
A Nodding Acquaintance
He nods. She nods back, unsure. Does he know her? Does she know him? He looks familiar, doesn`t he? Still, she`s not sure. Still, she would feel better, more certain, if only, he had left her with – before he passed on by – sure, if only he had left her with the surety ofContinue reading “A Nodding Acquaintance”
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
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