Wishing everyone a spirited new lunar year of the Rooster of good health and abundance of success.
I used to drink instant
Coffee, artificially sweet with
Trace amounts of genuineness;
Until, by chance, I found real
Coffee – grind, heat and pressure in
Perfect measures, the perfect brew.
Demons – as angels
Shall watch over us all
But instead of rising, they
Destroy our souls to fall.
More than once we’d been at the same place at the same time. Maybe there is a story both our souls could tell.
I saw him again today –
Coloured etches up his arm, they
Infiltrate, partially concealed, behind
A quiet demeanour, leathered
Trinkets and woven chains, adorning
The story they tell.
Time is never on our side
But may sometimes be persuaded
To conspire with us awhile.
It’s uncanny how I was sharing this old memory a while ago and then this prompt surfaced. Backstory and an excerpt as follows. 😉
Casually, he’d retrieved from his bag
A pad of foolscap and a pen
Those words in ink formed steadily
Until his thoughts were spent
In but a while it was finished
When he gazed up with a smile
Then handed me it and watched
As I gasped for a little while
I’d asked him how he did that
He shrugged, saying let thoughts flow
Thence buddings of a writer began
With seeds of words he sowed.