Portrait of Semyon Petrovich Chokolov
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A Placid Face
– has a singular place –
Of many faces Lined so deep, A singular place For time’s keep, Its story braces Welcome sleep, As shadows pale Has ye find weep, For memory frail Persuades recall, Afore dreams fail One’s eyes too old, Ye’d share in brail Might ignore hold, Now, a placid face Behind a cruel veil, Find life has carved Unpredictable paths, Be in a singular place!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier November 21, 2021
Poetry on a canapé 
Oh those wrinkles have come, every one of them a confirmation that I have lived. It is a wonderful feeling.
Yes indeed those lines deep, a confirmation of living life as interpreted by one’s body and expressed thru one’s soul. Deservedly fair, we can but hope, alas as supposedly masters of our fate !