Would that I’d find
Days once too long
In my young mind,
In endless ways
Chose to entreat,
Eager for morrows
Time be held brief,
The while brood then,
For long day’s end…
Save now I’ve grief
For time I left behind!
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Poetry on a canapé
A journey through Jean-Jacques Fournier's poetry
I like this triptych about the essence of time linked to our existence.
Nice touch your use of triptych, to juxtaposition a three poems appearing in sequence that is making a point you describe. Add the aspect of youth mindset of hurry, fading to adulthood anxiously pining to slowing time down, and the whole says it all. Jean-Jacques Fournier