A Poem a Day Rip-Offs

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.

Image courtesy of Pixabay.com At night, I dive into whirlpools, slip-sliding and twizzling round and down, round and down, on pillow-seat into the depths and the coils of my mattress springs. At night, I spring into life, into my real existence, into my mortal world. If my mother were to meet me here, would she know me? At night, my toes grow deep into myself, into my roots. By day, I am nothing. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2018 Inspired by  'Self-Portrait as Semiramis' , by Mary Kim Arnold.

'Glass' image courtesy of Pixabay.com Look into me and rejoice! I am like nothing you have ever fathomed - as sharp as a slosh of vodka, infused with a wonky frown. And there, from my core, gaze the bubbles of fizz; eyeballs that squint through the haze, as they hey-nonny-nonny out the depths of my tummy flying fast into bullet-shot loon. Copyright owned by none other than Jay Cool, November 2018 Inspired by an unfathomable reading of  'Simon the Good' , by Joelle McSweeney, topped off with a glass of Tesco's own 'Grand Vin de Bordeaux'.

'Books' image courtesy of Pixabay.com You need to start thinking , my good husband said. You must make a plan; you must think ahead! All of those books that you know you possess The kids will not want them - they'll just make a mess! I realise he's right, and I do start to think. How many years, before my brain starts to stink? I've lived more than forty. Can I double it? Sure! There's still time to Google for bookshops galore! You need to start thinking, I helpfully said. You must make a plan; you must think ahead! All of those casings and computer parts. The kids will not want them, so please have a heart! He knows I am right, but he still fails to think. How many years, before his brain starts to stink? He's lived more than fifty; wants a card from the queen. And with skips up for hire, my face starts to beam So I've made up my mind; have had time to think. Connectors and cables; when thrown out, will clink! All of those no...