45: Getting There!

So what’s happened in the interim? Where have posts 38 to 44 got to? Well, that’s an easy question to answer – posts 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43 and 44 are still in my ‘unpublished’ folder! At least, their titles or placeholders, are! In short, then with my head stuffed up with the mumbo-jumbo…

34: Work Day

  I go to work. I feel like One-Strike Filler. I return home and catch up with Love Island. So many One-Strike Fillers using their strikes up on others. I use up my one strike. on myself.   No point in wastage!   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019   Quotidian: A Savvy Poem…

11: Book a Week

Is it possible, I ask you (i.e. myself) to write a book in a week? How long will Mrs Hinch stay away for, if I just sit down at my desk and write on and on and on? Will she place her rubber-gloved hand on my shoulder and entice me into my kitchen to see…

3: A Diary

Okay, so I’m still currently in employment, but by being up and blogging at 2.44 am, I am demonstrating my commitment to the cause. Yesterday, I achieved a record number of 198 views on this blog site. Yes, it is true that my target was to reach 200, but I nearly got there! So, don’t knock…

Monday Thoughts

  On Monday, I tried to avoid Tuesday. So many things to do, work-related things, on Monday, today, my day off work!   On Monday, I did Tuesday’s work, thinking to get it out of the way, dispose of it, to make Tuesday, my work-day,  better!   On Monday, Tuesday’s work done, I popped an…

The Burnout

‘Plasticine’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com I pull plasticine out of my ears. On and on and on it comes, seeming to have no end to it. It’s coming out so fast, I don’t know what to do with it, how to manage it, so I wrap it around myself – until my body, like my…

House on the Hill

House on the hill stands three storeys proud, aloof and haughty, ignoring its lowly neighbours of two storeys, and pretending that its three storey copies are just shadows of itself, lurking, awaiting an invitation into existence – an invitation that is no more than mere fantasy. House on the hill is aware that it, too,…

Longings

{John Clare had a lot to answer for, when he wrote ‘I am’.} Image courtesy of Pixabay.com (creative commons) I long for scenes where sweet goods tread A place where I can stop and stare A place to eat my chocolate spread, to pick and choose from all the fare. I long for scenes where tyrants…

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,…