I’m loth to admit
Taking the bate,
With cavalier pith
A covenant toll,
Grasping too late
Bargained my soul,
To impossible state
Of a life said forever…
For signs of fade
Sees evince of worn,
And moreover frayed
Held so the norm,
As our ultimate fate
Wants we cease exist…
Hence to inhabit
Said allusive place,
Decreed by the way
Of an eternal face,
Assigns man bend
Thus to the darkness,
Of a last day’s end!
Poetry on a canapé 
Admirer of your poetry, my dear Jean-Jacques! 🙂
How nice to hear, from someone whose paintings of which I just happen to admire as well. Mutual admiration, a good place to be!
Jean-Jacques
Indeed! 🙂
I missed indulging myself in your unique words of eloquence and deep thought, dear Jean-Jacques. Matters have been rather time-consuming and I now am deprived of one of my most favorite visits…Thank you for sharing your insight into what poetry always meant to me and continues to be so.
Ah… my very dear Hülya, how truly nice to hear from you! I too have missed you and your visits. That you are such a busy lady, I’ve no doubt, but that you come by, when you can in spite of it, speaking of the meaning my words bring to you is indeed a privilege I cherish, and accordingly am most touched.
À bientôt, chère Hülya…
Jean-Jacques
Please don’t conceive me to be overstating my sentiments, when I say the pleasure is truly mine during my visits (most quietly done…) to your words. They are kept in a special place for me to resort to them anytime life takes a life of its own…and you would understand how I mean this seemingly redundant statement. Thank you for returning to gift me with your presence yet once again. Sevgilerimle, hülya
Reality takes nothing for granted, at least in the true sense of its intention. I’m happy to be there, for the sake of being there, just because it feels right !
Jean-Jacques
What can I say in the face of words of wisdom…Best wishes, always!
Powerful. Very powerful.
Thank you Paulette… was just looking at the reality of the other side of so enjoying life in this present joyous phase, yet conscious of the imperfections of perfection that is part of the whole!
Jean-Jacques
Isn’t it interesting how we “bargain” away our lives. The seemingly little things that we think won’t matter, really DO matter. When combined they become our life.
“Thus to the darkness,
Of a last day’s end!”
True… sometimes stupidly, others unconsciously, but regardless of one’s ability to resurface or not from bad choices, to hopefully get some of life right, how much will the bad choices count when that darkness gets close? Thanks for your input which opened another avenue to the poems initial premiss of someone’s parting thought. Jean-Jacques