120.Cold coffee. (6 May 2016).

I first posted this in March this year thinking it was finally finished. That it was done with at the 3rd attempt. Seems some things are made for fiddling with. Reading over a few pieces the other day I came to this one and the lines that now end it came up:

It’s gonna take more,

Than just brown sugar,

To sweeten the black,

Of my immediate future,

But at least from now on,

I’m gonna get to see,

The sun rise in the morning again.

They feel like they finally give it a more rounded, complete form. That said I’m not 100% convinced about them. Whether ‘Cold Coffee,’ really works best with or without these extra lines, only time will tell. Maybe it works both ways.

The original post, and what I thought was a final version, can be found here: https://itstartedinthekitchen.com/2016/04/09/126-cold-coffee-26-march-2016/

 

120.Cold coffee. (6 May 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,

 

It’s gonna take more,

Than just brown sugar,

To sweeten the black,

Of my immediate future,

But at least from now on,

I’m gonna get to see,

The sun rise in the morning again.

 

© Jim Laing 2016.

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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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