Be no space
Worldwide,
Nor a place
Fails one cry,
Yet will hide
Tho a brother,
Till I’ve died...
Be no other
Save a sister,
Once forever
Yet now gone,
To wherever
She was bound,
Beg ‘tis better
Than end found,
Years the later
When her time,
For lifeless mask...
Need not bide,
A fix too fast
In set disguise,
Tho elusive be
The gods oblige,
Thus, forget flee
Ye must decide,
With dying mind
Set knit façade,
To leave behind
Hence not to hide,
Neath another mask!
ode to my dear sister Pierrette, 1932 to 2023
written in Sweetsburg
November 20, 2010
rewrote May 12, 2023
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - excerpt of Chet Baker’s My Mix at 4:30 min.
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
If trees could walk
To reach a place,
Thus, so to talk
Of choice-less state
And find confer
Their imposed fate,
Of peril to suffer
The logger’s chop,
Despite despair
Do beg they stop,
To slaughter trees
That clean the air,
And give of life
Posed to man’s fare,
Tho seems to blur
The eyes that stare,
At words unheard
As would compare,
To abut carved rocks
From the drawn woes,
Of ancient petroglyphs
Fixed images of time ago,
Be language yet unspoken
The while fixed in symbols so!
@ Jean-Jacques Fournier
Written in Montecatini, Italia
May 6, 2023
Music - Trees – Roa – for content creators...
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
Images – by Marianne Dessis
Bench Sculpture of Giacomo Puccini… photo by Marianne Dessis
The Bench
– be the where l sit –
I’ve walked the mile
Yet have not moved,
Beyond fixated smile
Be where the bench,
Finds set my mood
To be the while l pit,
Wouldst so thus fool
No matter that it fit,
The distant kilometres
One takes to save remit,
A semblance of theatre
Thus, so my soul will be,
On the bench, the where l sit!
@ Jean-Jacques Fournier
Written in Montecatini, Italia
@ Jean-Jacques Fournier
May 10, 2023
Et si l’enfer
Était plus loin,
Ou à l’envers
Serait-il au moins,
Plus facile
De s’y rendre,
En passant par la ville
Que d’y descendre,
Par la campagne
Naturellement ensemble,
Avec un bon champagne
Que faut-il attendre,
D’être rendu au feu
Ou hélas, sortir des cendres !