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…

Corrugated

  Hands. Skin of middle-age – corrugated. Not quite attractive, but just enough, to keep the rain out – to keep the muscles, and the bones, inside, but not enough, to prevent the veins from bobbling on out of my me-ness.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019   Image by RonPorter, courtesy of…

Embrace

Reaching out to still-retreating goal, I pull it back and yank it in. If I am a dozy-dreamer, I salute my vision and embrace it. I create this life.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019 Inspiration taken from the phrase ‘still-retreating goal’, line 12, of  the poem ‘The Mortal Lease: II’, by Edith…

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 a…