Fluttery outlines. Bits of me sticking out and waving around – getting in the way of people, like the flags of countries yet to be born, nagging and persistent, but held back, just for a little while, by the niggles of a half-born breeze. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image byContinue reading “Fluttery Outlines: A Savvy Poem”
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Something to Do
Not knowing what to do is something worth living for. Is something – to do! Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay
Blood-Tipped: A Savvy Poem
High forehead, raised eyebrow and eyes d r i l l i n g into the soul of the viewer; intelligent, curious – perceptive, even? But smudge-tipped nose and smoky knuckles, reveal the barriers within – foggy knots blocking coherent thoughts, foggy knots struggling to hold together the blood-tipped soul of the sitter.Continue reading “Blood-Tipped: A Savvy Poem”
Read Me: Reviews
Put it all out there, say the speakers, inspirationally, as they do. Put it all out there, because you never know. You never know who might be out there, browsing, searching, clicking, liking, and who, out of all the people out there might be the one – looking for something by you. WhyContinue reading “Read Me: Reviews”
A Sunday Stretch
Waking up to the sun, I think I should go for a walk. But, I don’t. Instead, I bring the sun into my home and my being. To go magenta red, or mango orange? Big decision. I mix the magenta with the mango and shake. No decision needed. I emerge from pink pool at oneContinue reading “A Sunday Stretch”
Just Time
Just time. Just time in which to write. To write about having six minutes left. Six minutes left to write about something before midnight. Midnight or midlife, for me, the day is still young enough to take more of what I have to give to it – more of my thoughts about what itContinue reading “Just Time”
April
In April, I reach my forty-ninth milestone. In April, I am already too young to be cost-effective. In April, I celebrate my usefulness to myself. In April, I become myself. In April, I write and write and write. In April, I blossom into a youth that is me. In April, I am. CopyrightContinue reading “April”
Gaslit
Gas attempts to infiltrate via the gaps between flashes of my thoughts, gut the gaps, being gaps, are gapless. Gas, failing to infiltrate, instead up ……………… and I shine across ————————–> borders. me lights Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by calimiel from Pixabay
Roller Coaster Toxicity
Twenty-three years of riding, elevated up and dropped right down; in the twenty-fourth year, I go coastal, and the sand in my bucket maintains my shape. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by stokpic from Pixabay
Today: A Poem Inspired by Matt Haig
Disclaimer: If you choose to purchase, via the link to Amazon, the book associated with this poem, I will receive a commission – at no cost to yourself. Today. Today, as I await my special breakfast, my special for-being-a-mother breakfast, I will read all of the books I bought yesterday – well, perhaps just oneContinue reading “Today: A Poem Inspired by Matt Haig”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 