– of ensuing phases –
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On Faces
– of ensuing phases –
On faces lined so deep Its dawn shadows pale, As if cowed to life’s cruelty Bears non dissipative crinkles, Would fix ye seek empaled paths In pitiless valleys of aged wrinkles....
Despite ill meant fallows In yawning sculpted lines, Imaging cragged hollows On aging faces thus inclined, Etched so to not find mellow When soul wants mirror life, If but to blur ye fated journey That bares one’s tales of strife, A way in mortal’s thorny travel…
Alas, on faces of ensuing phases As in near end of memory’s purpose, To find space sits in mind’s lost places Will suffer interpret phantasms traces, While recall occurs late and sadly wasted!
written in Sweetsburg © Jean-Jacques Fournier December 11, 2021 Images - Private & Public Music - Alone Together, by Chet Baker Audio recital - Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a canapé 
Superb poem with beautiful graphic.
Thank you again, Paulette, always a pleasure to get your feedback!
Loved the recitation, the music and the faces that held many stories. I look in the mirror and see my wrinkles as that the testament to the beauty and joy of being alive. A wonderful post to begin my week. Thank you, Jean-Jacques!
I thank you, Rebecca, for your encouraging reaction to my recent ‘On Faces’ poem. Thus so in turn I would suggest that it is hard to ignore those persistent signs of time’s passing and its insistent physical indication on our person.
But as you offer and rightly so, these wrinkles can be a sign of joy’s expression of our being happily alive. Hence happy days ahead, dear friend, as they become more expressive!