201.The Nancy Boo! Miseries: Poor Little Nancy. (12 Nov. 17).

It’s been a while since I was in here, let alone posted anything. And I’m not in for long now, I just had an urge to post something. Let’s see if I remember how it goes….

This little piece came from I’m not sure where. But I do remember lying in bed one weekend morning was where it began. I had the words “Poor little Nancy” pop up and it felt like they weren’t meant to be alone for long, which is how it worked out.

 

201.The Nancy Boo! Miseries: Poor Little Nancy. (12 Nov. 17).

 

Poor little Nancy,

Ran dancing,

Through the broken bricks,

The nails,

The splintered wood,

And shattered glass,

Of what minutes ago,

Was called home,

And she still smelt the gas,

As she listened to the chest,

For a Heartbeat,

No longer there,

Of a Father who no more,

Would knock on her door,

And of a Mother,

With half done make up,

Almost ready for once,

To not leave alone,

That would finally spend

A whole night at home,

And she picked up her one friend,

An old raggy doll,

Then left the smoke,

And rubble,

Behind her,

And let fall,

What she was done with,

For with the box,

With the matches,

Had now done,

All that she could.

 

Jim Laing.

 

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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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