“ Nobody Hears ”
– a silent fear –
Nobody’s here
Or now remain,
Who can recall
A time you’d hear
That lonely call,
Of a wailing train…
Nobody hears
Of fallen men,
In silent fear
Chose to board,
A moving train
Taunt be scored,
By razzing peers…
Nobody recalls
The men aboard,
Living in tatters
Said their afford,
From 30’s disaster
To ride the rails,
Desperate to find
That new deal bail…
Nobody tended
To marginal man,
And few could hear
His hopeless stand,
As he rode the rails
In a half baked plan,
Save chance survive
By toil of some kind,
But to thus stay alive
In the terrible thirties!
ode to Uncle Joseph Bernier
of Valleyfield and Huntington PQ
imperiled by 1930’s depression
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a canapé 
I don’t know Joseph Bernier, but I care about the men who rode the rails
The kind of favorite uncle who lived thru those terrible thirties, for a time on the rails. The kind that was there when and after the young father dies, and an eleven year old boy needs an encouraging word.
Thank you for the ode to Joseph Bernier. What an existence. So powerful how a few poetic words paint a life, a full story. Paulette
Oh dear, dear Paulette, How very touched I am, and ever so grateful for your kind, generous, and encouraging words, from you, grand lady. Those words make this writing passion for poetic expression worth the days and nights of struggle to keep trying to get it right. Thank you, and thank you again! Jean-Jacques Fournier
Ah, your words, even this, magic. Thank you back.
Until our next occasion… happy days to share, et à bientôt ! Jean-Jacques Fournier
Hellos Sir,
Would it interest to you to do a guest post on my blog? Contribute to my recent series of poems – with one alphabet as a muse at a time?
Let me know if you’re up for it..
~Best Wishes~
Positive reply already sent. Thank you. JJ
Will reply to the mail soon..