126. Cold coffee. (26 March 2016).

It’s now almost three years since the first incarnation of this was full stopped, albeit unsatifactorily, and assigned the title “Untitled” and the number “3”. I think I’m finally satisfied with it at this 3rd attempt.

Maybe it needed the time for the ghosts to go completely cold. Sometimes it feels like it’s easier to work with the heat of memory conjured up from the freshly stirred bones of the past, than it is to try and make sense of old embers you’ve never stopped kicking. Your ghosts need to go cold so the heat that arises from invoking them can be used at your command and not the other way around. But the best thing about stripping the bones of old ghosts is that you can change the ending and be the one that made the decision that counted.

As with some other pieces here I’ve left some of the unused lines or phrases underneath the finished article here headed “Outtakes”. It was heading towards a two verse format but I couldn’t get that to work. A little nip and tuck here and there this morning seems to have done the job too intense concentration was never going to do.

Thanks should go to the cats fighting outside the bedroom window that woke me at 5 past three this morning.

 

126. Cold coffee. (26 March 2016).

She slid back into bed,

Her hair was all a black mess,

Just like the inside of her head,

Sleep slipped out the other side of bed,

Preparing to dress and go,

I wasn’t going to be too far behind it,

I wasn’t going to do this kinda dying anymore,

I’d done all the laying and lying,

I was going to be doing,

We’d gone through these motions one time too often,

It was time she was making this bed on her own,

Looks like the coffees gonna be left to go cold,

 

© Jim Laing 2016.

 

 

Outtakes:

I was in an ok frame of mind,

Before she sidled over,

 

My frame of mind was ok,

 

And the waves they started washing,

That’s her emotions I’m feeling,

I’m not doing that this time,

I’d done all the laying and lying,

I was going to be doing,

It was time she was making this bed on her own,

Looks like the coffees gonna be left to go cold,

 

 

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About Jim Laing

The Buddha said there were four kinds of people. Those who run from dark to dark, those who run from light to dark, those who run from dark to light and those who run from light to light. From a life going from dark to dark to having a few years running from dark to light, with scuffed hands and knees from sometimes falling, I may be getting the hang of it now. How it began is not now how it is, I need a quiet space, After the noise of the day, So I take sanctuary in the creativity, And my soul feeds, On sometimes dark, Sometimes light fantasy, And I dare like many to work, But stay up off my knees, To dream, perchance to suffer, But always still to dream. Here are things mostly lyrical and poetic, with nonsense sometimes, reviews and personal musings. The coffees hot and always black. The words not necessarily so.
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