A Poem a Day Rip-Offs

'Sitting at a laptop creates an image that I carry back.' (Jay Cool) A neck with a thousand folds. A bump harboured by an anxious nose. A line, puckered into peaks and troughs, of 48 years near gone. A thought. It is not me. Just an image. An image of another me in another time. Not me now. Now, I write myself into being - smoothing out the lines and carrying them over and back. Copyright owned by Jay Cool January 2019 Inspired by the line  'Sitting in a room creates a room that we carry with us.' (From  'Feel Piece 4' by Hannah Ensor and Laura Wetherington.)

From the soles of my walking shoes, I shake you out and  s c a t t e r you. In my sole, a part of you remains. I find a tool, dig you out, keep you close - potted and thriving, you grace my front door. Every day, on my return from work, you greet me. In the trenches of Flanders, you were grated into m i  l  l  i o n s of pieces, one of which, must surely have found me and brought itself back home to England. Your soul in my sole. 'Yellow Rose' courtesy of Pixabay.com A yellow rose. Sourced. Living. Copyright owned by Jay Cool , January 2019 Inspired by a reading of  'I hear a dog who is always in my breath' , by Samuel Ace.

'House', Pixabay.com 'tis strange that from my womb you birthed before you ran into the womb of friends - cushioned up by their company, as you return to your once-was home - fleeted and flitting. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired by  'Pieta' by Rainer Maria Rilke

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 for the first time, I have the feeling of being holy - goddessed into 2019. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired by the poem 'January' , by Helen Hunt Jackson.

'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.

'Egg' courtesy of Pixabay.com Yoked by a runny egg at its core a lost eye a beak blunted by your desire for happiness. Copyright owned by Jay Cool , January 2019 Inspired by Ada Limon's poem,  'Publicity' .

'Cucumber' courtesy of Pixabay.com If I sliced it into twenty slivers and sliced each sliver into a sluice of a slush I would no longer have a cucumber Just a soup that once consumed would slither through my inners and slip out into the sewers sloppy Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired by the 'last cucumber from the garden' by Giovanni Singleton.

'Bubbles' courtesy of Pixabay.com The conception of bubbles Mango masses for ever Forever bubbles that pop and disappear into old age One-off bubbles momentary Did I dream them up? Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired by the poem 'Hair', by Franciso Aragon