Looking
From inside out,
I see a face
Has me in doubt,
Though I know
It’s me inside and out,
I fail discern
This face be so,
As one I’d worn
The many years
Since I was born…
As lines of time
In crags so shape,
Thus bared façade
Conjures adverse,
Allows one see
Life be perverse…
Hence though I gaze
With woeful eyes,
The while I fantasize
At once arresting face,
Now to imagine wise
Mind so disguised
That I should visualize,
Looking from outside in!
Poetry on a canapé 
Yes, I understand this. Another lovely poem, my friend.
Thanks again kind friend. In effect it is more or less a natural reaction to time affecting us mentally and physically. But a little accident a couple of days ago brought these thoughts home to roost, and produced this picture. Other than that, I am not too productive with new work these days, as I am in the process of putting together 4, yes 4 new books of poetry, starting hopefully in late October. Jean-Jacques
Hope there is full recovery from the accident. And, when the books are ready please let me know so I can post to our Tazzielove site where we feature authors we appreciate. Be well and happy weekend wished to you, Marianne, and the kids.
Privileged with more good luck than I deserve I’m sure, the damage was on the surface of my very hard head, and it will not interfere with my usual foolery. Stitches out in 4 days so healing well underway.
As to the books, you are too kind and I am ever so touched (more than I can express) by your generous offer. I thank you for this, and will keep it in mind, letting you know as they are completed, and accordingly send you copies.
C’est rciproque… and a happy weekend to you and yours too. Jean-Jacques
My nickname when I was a child was hammerhead. Due to bicycle wrecks, falling out of trees and so on. Anyway, I got the stitches out of my forehead yesterday and I feel great. Ready to go jogging again.