Serious Poem – Anxiety

Shuddering waves of washed-out goods needing some TLC – needing something. Something, or maybe someone to do something, to say something, to say that it’s okay, just to be the thing, the something, that is you.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 6th October, 2019   Image by Norman Bosworth from Pixabay   Silly Letter –…

Savvy Diary – The Torture

Just read a poem that arrived in my inbox, by Brandon Som. I struggled to follow many of the lines, as some were in languages other than English and, much to my shame, I am not even bilingual, let alone multilingual! Nonetheless, the following two lines stuck! Perhaps in the same way that a saw,…

Silly Poem – Mind

  I never mind them. Not much. And I don’t mind not minding them. Not at all. Why then, do they mind me not minding them? That, I mind!   And is that wrong? No, not to my mind.   As the only mind, to me, that I mind minding, is my mind.   So,…

Apperception

  To sleep, or not to sleep? That is the problem. But to sleep, for the obedient wrongdoer, in the aftermath of a wrongdoing done, is not much of a muchness of a problem. A wrongdoing done to another, a deception, is not much of a problem to be borne, if one was ordered by…

28: Death

  Can’t believe it! Kept in by the wind and rain, I just picked up a random book from a random shelf in my kitchen. Yes, there are books galore in every room in my house, and it is a rare moment in which I regret the purchase of any of them. Except today! The…

27: Interesting

  Interesting. Interesting that my shortest post, in this series, Knackered, has received a bumper number of viewings! I can only conclude from this, that the whole world, including the people in it, is knackered. ‘Is’ being the appropriate tense of verb to use because, in all being knackered, we are all as one, i.e. knackered….

26: Knackered

Knackered. Far too knackered to even write this post. So I’m giving up!   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019   Image by Julie Louis from Pixabay   P.S. Must have been knackered. Wrote the above three sentences yesterday. Today, on my return from another day on the slog, I looked for this post…

22: Bit by Bit

  Three months to go. Three months before the whole of my meness can step out. Three months before I dare glance into the mirror to see who I am. Three months to get this blog site to do a take-off because, once I’ve stepped out, I’m not at all sure that I’ll have any…

8: Hello Me!

So much for giving up the day job. Spent the day, today, working. Not at my workplace, but at home; at home, for my workplace. For the workplace which I have given up; but which, in turn, has not given me up. The workplace that still expects me to do more work for it –…

Mental Health: Workplace Stigma

A response to Sofia Tindall’s article, about the stigma of mental health. It’s a Friday morning and, keen to create a poem, I browse my news feed for some inspiration, only to be confronted with the revelation, courtesy of Sofia Tindall (journalist for Grazia) that the mental health stigma still exists! A revelation? Hardly! I read…