– in inure place –
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The Face
– in inure place –
I see the face, Now as in life In inured place, Eased of strife To rid of waste, As dubious rife In rawest sense, Like stiletto knife Inflicts offence, To callous tense…
As face reflects A raced journey, Creates an image To fixate markedly, Begs want end travel Of memories passing, Finds scold bold arrival Of phantoms trespassing, As tho one’s fate be trivial In the face of an inured place, The gods rendered us negligible!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Imagery – Wikimedia Commons
Music – Wikimedia Commons, Rainy Jazz & Rain Sounds
Audio – Jean-Jacques Fournier, April 3, 2022
ov written in Montréal
February 8, 2002
Poetry on a Canapé 
Your words fill in the road map on that face. Very interesting poem/graphic. Well done.
Thank you, Paulette. The road map indeed, like it, want it, or not, the exaggerated imagery confirms that the gift of life is not just what we’d want to see, but the reality of what we are made to see which will in time be lodged between those life lines, more readable with said time, the price of longevity accessorized with the cost of choices.