Dear Regular Newsletter Readers,
I hope you are receiving this week’s offering of our newsletter in good health and fine spirits.
This week, I would like to share with you something of a personal saying that I tend to repeat to myself from time to time; these few words have helped to realign me on the few occasions in my life when I’ve veered slightly off track and I’m sure they will continue to serve me well as I continue my journey through life, I hope they may serve others in a positive way.
“As long as you’re moving you’re thinking and as long as you’re thinking you’re doing and providing your intentions are borne of the genuine kind then all will be ensuing.”
I’ve also attached one or two verses of something that can only be described as indescribable as far as poetry is concerned, but nonetheless it’s been tapped out by my own fair fingers and whether good, bad or indifferent, in my book it’s always better to present something rather than nothing at all. Until next week, keep safe and well.
Coffee and toffee
Sitting at my desk drinking coffee thinking about the taste of toffee.
The taste of coffee and toffee is different unless you add the essences of both to each other.
And in which case you would have coffeetoffee.
Sitting at my desk chewing toffee thinking about the taste of coffee.
The taste of toffee and coffee is different unless you add the essences of both to each other.
And in which case you would have toffeecoffee.
Sitting at my desk smelling coffee thinking about the smell of toffee.
The smell of coffee and toffee is different unless you add the smells of both to each other.
And in which case you would have cofftoffee.
Sitting at my desk smelling toffee thinking about the smell of coffee.
The smell of toffee and coffee is different unless you add the smells of both to each other.
And in which case you would have toffee toffcoffee.
Whilst still sitting at my desk I’m wondering what the hell has just inspired me to write the previous 4 verses.
I ate toffee up until my mid-teens and only ever drank coffee if it was made from freshly ground beans.
I am by nature a very deep thinker which over the years appears to have turned me into a heavy tea drinker.
I’m now sitting at my desk wondering where I’m going to find the inspiration to write 3 more verses.
Rather than finding it through a glass of libation I ask myself what words rhyme with word verses to which an array of words come to mind.
Nurses, reimburses, purses, curses, hearses, mercies, reverses, converses and purposes.
I choose hearses and I conjure up a procession of them driving along a road filled with coffins of people recently passed away.
Some taking roads to churches for services and then on to cemeteries to be laid to rest in graves.
Others on their way to crematoriums to be burned and put in to caskets to be buried or put into urns to be scattered over lawns and into the sea.
Images of hearses driving along a road made me wonder how my death will be, but I suppose that’s mostly up to me.
If I continue to look after myself I should remain in good health and able to live a relatively long life.
I don’t want to outlive my wife or pass on unexpectedly leaving her with more time than she’s expecting to spend by herself.
Leaving an ornament on a sideboard or shelf undisturbed and undusted for years to keep the memory alive of a loved one long since deceased.
From time-to-time checking clothes hanging in the closet, removing suit jackets to make sure the trousers are all still sharply creased.
And when overcome by loneliness walking out in to a still well-kept garden to be close to where the ashes of a loved one was released.
A poem by Stephen Austwick.