Listen to audio Shadows - where faces hide - In time dawn’s shadow Would dim the cruelty, A face deemed bide From its carved path, Will transmute hide Said nature’s trap, For wind burnt flesh That reads like brail, Or weathered mesh On skin humanly frail, Finds soon be paired To rock-strewn canyons, Reflection of a dire face As pain unravels memory, Of its passing shadows Hence where faces hide, Among phantoms of the past Where these faces did emerge!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Images – Private authors; Malik Earnest 2015
Music – Leaving by Chet Baker
Audio Recital – Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
January 2, 2022
edited January 10, 2022
Poetry on a Canapé 
The words and photo are well matched. Another intriguing poem.
Thank you,Paulette! Come to think of it, that old saying of, a picture is worth a thousand words, holds. Having discovered this had me bring on the telling picture, which made me feel more comfortable with my standing preference of short poems. The intriguing aspect is to an important point, reliant on my readers active, creative, broad reaching imagination and or a feel for and understanding of poetry.
Another brilliant and thought provoking poem, Jean-Jacques. Every experience and event in our lives becomes part of us, embedded in our minds and souls. These words especially resonated: “Hence where faces hide, Among phantoms of the past Where these faces did emerge.”
Thank you, Rebecca! I must say that the thought provoking aspect in and of life, comes in spite and despite of one in eventual time. For as one crosses that point of no return, so to speak, one can’t help but question one’s position and place to date attained in life. Not really where you’re heading which you’ve pretty well covered at that point, but where you’ve been, and what you might do to fill in the empty or blank life spaces, that you’d let pass. This Shadow piece kind of heads in that direction, depending what one hs lived so far…!