Elegance and Grace
Can save face.
Elegance and grace can save face.
Facades learned, rehearsed, and activated.
Dressed to kill adept with skill
may end up looking laminated.
Ironing out the bump’s wrinkles and lumps
Smoothing on scented exotic lotions
Going out the door, falling on the floor
Get up and go through the motions.
Going out with poise nullifying the noise
Speaking with a plumb stuck in the mouth
Perfect execution of hard-learned elocution
A woman from the bosom of the south.
Pantomime and prancing and occasional dancing
Cheek to cheek with the lights down low
Mascara dripping other apparatus slipping
Make sure your partner doesn’t know.
Many are the joys associated with poise
And perils from the actual implementation
Some of us have gone others carry on
The foibles of the older generation.
Standing in the cockpit of a catapult
Flying to outer space
Wondering if this is happening
A recent member of the human race.
As the ending nears, the histrionics and the fears
They dissolve as I drift by on a cloud.
Far away from the fears of mortals
And further from the madding crowd.
Up here, I can pause to meditate free of noise.
And think of things whilst strumming my guitar,
I flirt with a flute of wine that’s entirely mine,
And nonchalantly flick the ash from my cigar.
Poise is a piece of the action,
A means of balance and control
Better use it quickly, my darling
And let those around you know you’re on a roll.
Travel on the path of childhood,
Try getting married time to settle down,
Then waddle through the Middle Ages,
And in old age likely end up like a clown.
Poise is the way to redemption.
Keep your chin up and join the endless queue,
Cook up some lasagne for dinner,
Then think, there’s virtually nothing you can’t do.
©
David Rudder
2024
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
