As I observe
The hand
That feeds,
Wants serve
The life I live
With verve,
Fashioned so
As fate did give,
To find contrive
Thru every curve
Meant stay alive,
Be worth invest
In destined strides,
Hence to survive
The waning signs
We visualize,
Protuberant veins
Neath thinning skin
Covers aging within,
Telling of life ephemeral
The while bemoaning
Mind means decline,
This hand will feed me still!
The face
You claim,
Burns now
Palpably lame,
In a scarlet state
Finds suffer blame,
With skin ablaze
Head bows in shame,
Thus so observed
Begs fool indifferent,
Holds look aflame
From face to face
In sun’s day feed,
Be a crimson place
That wants destroy,
Yet gives of life
Save when exceeds,
Man chooses fail to heed!
ode to an era’s ignorance
Holds initiate
Of scary scenes,
Meant to alarm
A fertile mind,
As to expose
Ominous time,
Of foul bellows
Would so extend
To reach beyond,
Such eerie sounds
Dream begs to end!
ode to a child I knew
New book: Issues ~ of black and white ~
This is to announce my just published new book, my 7th book of poetry.
Issues – of black and white – Second Edition, all poems have been revisited…
Jean-Jacques Fournier
How could I not
Remember,
Fate had chose
November,
To death encumber
Exiguous shoulders,
And suffer weight
Of lamentable state,
With words inapt
In witless pap,
For just departed father
So long ago that November,
A then boy would remember!
ode to 39 year old father
Alas old crows,
Ever so black
Fly by in rows,
Tho rather old
For winter flights,
Must suffer cold
And failing sight,
Be on spent wings
Bide dying light
Heading for spring
To end their plight,
That they might rest
Thru dead of night!
One word
Facilely said
Offhand,
Be a picture
Amid a thousand,
That describes
Of pain’s stead
What therein lies,
Though want tell
Of their chagrin,
They’ll hold inside!
Poetry on a Canapé 