– of oscitant lines –
Too soon alas to swallow
Be yawning drowsy lines,
To image craggy hollows
As an aging face inclines,
Etching far from mellow
Is a face of sculped lines,
Dress code of the morrow
Holds another place ye find,
On the way of oscitant lines!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Music - Fantasia for Soprano Saxophone by Heitor Villa-Lobos Imagery - Wikimedia Common Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
– for shadows –
Be haven I seek To elude a state, Find total bleak Thus I must flee, And opt to keep As hence incline, Will docile peace In shades of kind, Held place replete Set for sober mind… Hence on this day If sun sits strong, Consensus bought I’ve gone too long, Thus be soul lost Not likely wrong, So should you find Your way in time, Look for shadows For ‘tis me ye’ll see, With austere mind Wants ne’er depart, Ill-fated be resigned!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
ode to a brother lost…
Music - Fantasia for Soprano Saxophone by Heitor Villa-Lobos
Imagery - Wikimedia Common
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Montréal
July 20, 2002
written in Sweetsburg
edit for audio recital
May 8, 2020
re-edit June 28, 2022
– as a second thought –
Looking
– as a second thought –
Tho at times misplace Know it will be found, Not so but to save face And be of a mind sound, I can yet find the place As it’s ne’er truly lost, Due to a recall’s grace Held as a second thought! © Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
June 25, 2022
Image - Wikimedia Commons -
– for perceptive thought –
Giacomo Puccini, Compositore Italiano 1858 – 1924
Looking
– for perceptive thought –
Looking For perceptive thought, That questions Worth of one sought, Thus, so to being sown In fashion so be not forgot!
written in Sweetsburg © Jean-Jacques Fournier June 22, 2022
– worn on my mind –
– worn on my mind –
A face I’ve worn Seemed all of me, Three scores plus And ten more be, Finds recall days Of endured inure, Yet stayed in kind Somewhat obscure, Be neath a surface Nigh on infinitude, Tho of sculpt crags That does fit define, Held but scallywag Worn on my mind Be a face I once had!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Idle Moments by Grant Green CF
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
June 12, 2022
– in the morrows place –
– in morrow’s space –
Tho near impossible to climb
Finding the image of her face,
That meant will form in time
A face, be from an awry place,
Has thus but aging to define
To hold in morrow’s space,
For a visage fixed sublime
Be set as tho a part effaced,
In a façade in need to find
Be of memory ye do prize,
With its recall of total bind
Thus, so more than surmised,
From a failed god’s ambuscade
Who’d long forgotten to be wise,
Till such shenanigans he displayed,
To a face in morrows’ space implied
Yet not his play, tho but of nature’s say!
Imaging mans’ unconsciousness toward reality...
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Image - Wikimedia Commons ...
Music - Weekend Jazz, no artist names ...
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier ...
written in Sweetsburg
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
June 17, 2022
– where are you now –
Marc Tetreault
– where are you now –
Where are you now Since the gods chose, You take a final bow So, without appose, Back in those fifties And tho but a prose, The while too young Halfway near its start, Of a life barely begun Be end of Marc known, For too soon ye be gone As angle save Beelzebub, Yet in memory ye be found Was a young man still in bud, Lived life before ‘twas started In a kind in time conjures a rosebud!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier Ode to a long-time dear friend, a Montrealer Marc Tetreault who introduced me to Italia di persona, ergo he nor Italia will be forgotten…
written in Montecatini Italia June 9, 2022 Image – JJF private photo Music – Almost Blue by Chet Baker Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
– in inhuman place –
– in inhuman place –
The face I see
Thru shady light,
Fixed traces be
That stills the night,
Save from embrace
For once held life,
As part of human race
Now fits inhuman place…
The face ye find reflect,
With its cragged imagery
Of yawning sculpted lines,
Set deep beneath the touch
Wouldst trail the journeys,
That wants tell stories
Such mortals had to travel…
In time dawn’s shadows
Would dim the cruelty
That carved its path,
To fashion distinctly,
Their wind burnt flesh
That reads like brail,
On faces lined like mesh
Neat mask made of chain mail....
Of these raw bone beings,
Imaging grievous faces
Seem to beg ends travel
Or memory of its passing,
A survival that holds bold
For be phantoms of the past,
Where these faces did emerge!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Image - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Almost Blue by Chet Baker
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
ov written in Montreal
January 2, 2002
posted in Sweetsburg
June 5, 2022
Poetry on a canapé 