I endeavour to be there
For alleged fellowman,
Whose illusionary care
Rejects an offered hand,
Has humanity in doubt
That he fails understand,
What transience is about
Links affair to be human,
Save finds a contradiction
In homo sapiens’ acumen,
As to mans interpretation
With a passion to contrive,
We’d ignored his fixations
The while we’re still alive,
Yet ‘twould be our inaction
Cause averts man to survive,
And procrastinating factions
Who’d be hell bent to divide,
Thus we’d not live to next tide!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a Canapé 
Ah, my dear Jean-Jacques, so well said … a contradiction indeed! Beautiful poem, my friend …as always! 🙂
Thank you, Marina… Viewing your recent path trip through that beautiful wild scenery ending on a vista of that far away city (my world) of so-called modern man, so to speak, contributed to inspire me in tying up the loose ends of this poem, with which I had been struggling for the last few days. Thank you for this my friend from Greece, and I repeat your inspiring, creative photography!
Jean-Jacques
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…the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, huh?! I am so very flattered, my dear friend and delighted to hear that! Likewise, my dear Jean-Jacques, likewise!
Lovely poem, JJ. Captures transience beautifully.
Thanks again Paulette… for your continued ongoing support of positive comments on my struggle to scribble meaningful reflections on my attachment to life. Not to overlook how I see us, myself and my fellow-beings attempt to find ways to keep this world alive in spite of the negativity and uncaring attitudes of others, save for themselves, the latter of which composes far too many in positions of power and ability to make a difference.
I suppose my natural naivety as a writer of sorts, keeps me believing that every little bit of putting it out there, may someday help, and I keep hoping!
Jean-Jacques
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No doubt your positivity helps. Your words run very deep. As does your heart. We just can’ Know all the ripple effects.
Ah, my dear friend – in the midst of noise, anger, and confusion, we must find a way to live boldly for each other. Your words “I endeavour to be there…” is a deep-seated need to be present, to give hope even though we might experience rejection. “While we’re still alive,” is a call to action. We live a finite existence. This is our time, our watch. Will we settle for “inaction?”
To answer your question, “Will we settle for ‘inaction?’… I’ve a feeling we’ve already started to wake up, if the “Me-Too” exposing movement, and the protests to gun control by the students and their adult supporters, to at least name these two are any indication. Once we start to realize that we need to be more astute in choosing our electorate, worldwide, this planet as I see it may well have a decent chance at survival.
Jean-Jacques
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