Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Days escalate towards my end. At the end, will I remember me? Is there a point? Am I less or more than my end? When did I start? Will my end be like my start? Forgotten? Will I be less than the point of me? Is less more? A start? CanContinue reading “Pointlessness”
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Me is More
‘Prairie Dog’ courtesy of Pixabay.com If my lover loved me fully Wore my poems in her hair I would play for her a love song I know she wouldn’t care My flat notes would be tuneful The twanging strings so cool She’d look at me as in a dream N’er take me for aContinue reading “Me is More”
Making My Way Across Counties
‘My body is a small cave door it’s a slick whale a jubilant sea of tall grass that sways & makes its way across countries’ (lines 1-4 of ‘::Searching for My Own Body::’ by Yesenia Montilla.) Out of a small cave door, he came forth, and a birth came forth from whence emerged anotherContinue reading “Making My Way Across Counties”
Goddessed into 2019
Reluctant bridge crawls across from December into January failing to tip me off as the tips of my fingers reach out and hold on s t r e t c h e d whole wholly reluctant full of holes and unretractable. Not forContinue reading “Goddessed into 2019”
Brushed Up
‘Sunflower’ courtesy of Pixabay.com A sunflower life reaching up to the highest point before falling back down again and being painted back up to balance of the tips of a brush. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired by ‘Death to Paint Us’, by J. Michael Martinez.
Tribute to A. E. Housman
{Sparked off by a reading of Charles Causley’s ‘I Am the Song’.} I am a puzzle, e’en to myself; My thoughts, they tend to wander To Shropshire’s hills, all blue like Smurfs; to A. E. Housman – under! Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018
Love Thyself
{Inspired by my ancestor William Wycherley’s lust for women of all varieties: ‘For Variety in Love’.} ‘Telephone Pole’ image from Pixabay.com (creative commons) To myself, I am devoted still, I’ll n’er grow bored, or have my fill, ’tis true that in my heart am I, Stuck thick as thieves to my great thigh! My thigh, it’sContinue reading “Love Thyself”
Love is a Bin
‘Wetherlite in Prado’ by Jay Cool Love is a Bin [A tribute to a lonely-green bin, viewed from a Prado window.] A green bin, super-sized, groans, as old lady swishes by in electric chair; wheels loving the rain. And old man, on pavement over, wheeled and water-eeled – follows on – unknowing, taking over. GreenContinue reading “Love is a Bin”
Lady
{Arrived home, one afternoon in October, to a welcoming party of ladybirds.} Lady Ladies welcome me back, welcome me home, framing my door, sealing my windows, guarding my post. A warning? A storm? Tsunami? A famine? The end? Or the start of tomorrow? Opening my door, I move on through – flying in theContinue reading “Lady”
Tipped
Inspired by an upside-down painting in Prado Lounge Café Bar (see image – artist unknown). Upside-down, a dish mop hangs Throttled, death-like by longing pangs. Waitress, I ask, how can this be? A weary waiter, he wanted free. The tips he sought, they could not be! We tipped him up, and shook him down. Hence,Continue reading “Tipped”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 