Safe Shores

A languorous morning Nestled in between warm duvets, a goose feathered pillow or two…a luxury A striped kitten, a beautiful shade of grey, on a windowsill grey too; purring, gentle breaths, authenticity so appealing A glass of champagne…. Generously sprinkled atop with sweetness, cinnamon, vanilla and pink zest Lethargy turning to verbose; edginess not an epitome of etiquette; gentleness with serenity not stoicism To push into stoicism by villainy, by the non stoical; not the mark of a genteel soul; stretched to the brim; virtuousness from non believers a travesty Not an outlaw in sight, older but no wiser; consigned to dust; a dusty haven Not to darken ones heart; propped up by others as a token: boundaries and fences many to mend Not one stitch, but a thousand stitches, a scroll or two it may take to weld together; to make wholesome again To breathe in and out; a breath only at a time; peacefully; when only in pain, a chunderous notion…so thunderously unpleasant Languorous envy from the lethargic masses; to want to jump ahead without the labour; backbreaking; incessantly to repeat…. so lacking in discernment How could you so….more pink champagne along with some reviving sea air may restore nerves frayed from too much stoicism! To retire forever under the smog of stoicism; fogginess; mirthless fools to descend to meaningless gestures; only repeat cycles of misery can emerge from this To shrug away, a blanketing of ineptitude, a wilful cloaking of ignorance, chaos..…gently, light heartedly, euphorically, at pace; no saddle in sight Warhorses; workhorses; so unsightly, unsolicited…a abstraction that should be retired ; to want to continue only a profiteering from misery Scrooge like To enjoy in Madeira and Palestine whilst basking away in the balmy sunshine …an orange or two, along with a vase of aromatic orange blossoms permeating the senses; not haunted by memories of any prince unchivalrous; only an intellectual gallant will do; sir Lancelot….perhaps To want to make one repeatedly; a beast of burden for the asinine to ride, a puerile and laughable notion Even Eve may agree….amidst the mortification To languorously, recollect at one’s own pace, at peace, astutely…. along with more pink champagne… to sip slowly, slowly away, such blissfulness! No char-gin for the wiser, after a lifetime of purposefulness, a practicing of behavioural economics! The young to benefit seamlessly…. from this wisdom, a mark of integrity, a civilised society