I am curiously held aware
Being conscious of converse,
That it’s natural to beware
In an age amorally perverse,
Where humankind despairs
Of conversations so adverse,
Suggesting interest to be fair
Yet holds intent to be averse…
Tho it be of and by myself
I fancied be a person free,
That which would dominate
The better part of early me,
Who’d ideate a perfect fate
To fill that emptiness I see,
In dreams imaging a wake
Conversely so I want to flee…
Be a time knew not of fast
Nor forcing to make haste,
Or find way to further last
In concert with moral taste,
Whose worth would so cast
The value of contented state,
While forgetting not the past
To help shape avert mistakes,
In conversations that will task
Beyond with me, myself and I!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a Canapé 
“Me myself and I” are very popular in our city lives
Merci Diane, and of course, you are correct, tho not only in the city, but worldwide, by the majority of humans, by choice, or circumstance. Circumstance, if you are living close to death looking for something to eat, as a result of the world’s by choice human greed.
Though in my poem the “me, myself, and I” is a kind of brumous or purposely veiled camouflaged, rather failed metaphor, for someone talking to one’s self and a kind of thinking out loud about going thru life with one’s self alone, as we all are in our minds, at once conscious, and at once not.
Somewhat complicated, but then again, so is life!
Jean-Jacques
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Another excellent poem.
Thank you again, Paulette
Jean-Jacques
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In our world of noise – and there is a great deal of noise “out there” – we rarely respond to our need for internal reflection, especially in our complex and challenging environment. Your words, “perfect fate” “emptiness” “haste” “free” “dominate” highlight the emotional stressors that we experience. A mind at rest creates the optimum circumstances for life-affirming conversations.
Always a joy to read your words…
And in return, dear Rebecca, I have the pleasure of your attention, intelligent critiques, and by extension the joy of knowing that should the occasion call for, you will bring forth a few lines or a verse of an appropriate poem of mine that suits to frame or paraphrase a subject under discussion. That for me is the ultimate compliment of recognition that keeps my humble words alive, which makes me feel the many years of scribbles and book publication, have not been entirely for naught.
Thank you my kind friend!
Jean-Jacques
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I enjoy our conversations and discussions, my dear friend. What would life be without words, poetry and music – I cannot bear to imagine such a state of existence.