“ Butterfly, Butterfly ” – fluttering bye –

Photography by Marianne Dessis … Music, Smoldering, by Kai Engel

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“ Butterfly, Butterfly ”

                        – fluttering bye –

Butterfly, butterfly

Leisurely floating

Dressing the sky,

Fitfully dancing

Shifted by currents

In breezes on high,

Ever so pleasing

You thus advent

Gently trapezing,

Yet softly you fly…

                                                               

Butterfly, butterfly

Fluttering bye

Your beauty defies,

Wonder exemplified

On wings so grand,

And of such splendour

To make rainbows pale,

In light of your colours…

 

Butterfly, butterfly

When summer is low

Too soon you must go,

So where will you fly

To bring life elsewhere,

That offers but sorrow

When you leave our sky,

Butterfly, butterfly

Alas but oh why,

Must your beauty then die!

 

                       written in Grasse, Fr. July 18, 2005

                                  edited in Sweetsburg, Ca. May 31, 2020  

                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

                                    A Butterfly ode to they who diligently

                                                 work to prevent the extinction of

                                                            fellow creature, the Lepidoptera…

 

“ Being Perfect ” – within ones imperfections – revisited

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                                       Sculpture “Searching for Utopia” by Jan Fabre,

                                                                                Exhibition in Firenze, It. 2016

 

“ Being Perfect ”

                    – within ones imperfections –

                                                         – revisited –

There’s perfection

In my intent,

And high purpose

Of objectives,

Tho often I fail reach

Dedication I so seek,

That which heighten

Held pursuit

To avoid mediocrity,

Ever poised to posture

Over looming insufficiency…

Thus I struggle

To construct,

Words of import

As meritorious I must,

Apposed in a fashion

To inspire interaction,

Being perfect my resolve,

Like a more inspired fellow

May find within ones imperfections!

 

                                    written in Grasse, Fr.

                                                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ The Sound of Silence ” – a blissful pleasure – revisited –

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“ The Sound of Silence ”

                             – a blissful pleasure – revisited –

 Ah to be free

Of obstreperous sounds,

Man’s din vociferous

That so abounds,

Ever torturing

An anguished ear

Implied inured,

We’re made to hear

Too far beyond,

Man meant endure…

 

Oh for the sound

Of deafening stillness,

A resounding calm

Of blissful pleasure,

In the healing balm

Of echoing silence,

You can almost hear

From the quiet whisper

Of a falling tear,

For the sound of silence! 

 

                           Music, Laburnum by Kai Engel                                              

                                                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ I The Bumblebee ” – in bombinate flights – revisited

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                                     Music, Flight Of The Bumblebee – Rimsky-Korsakov

“ I The Bumblebee ”

              – in bombinate flights – revisited

 I am the bumblebee

Said happily plump,

Bumbling with glee

In my furry rump,

Among the flowers

Find devotee’s play,

Thus as to pollinate

On a summery day,

To alert I bombilate

In gentle fellow way,

In black and yellow

Nature fixed to stay,

Pick pollen aplenty

Kissing the flowers,

No matter the many,

While time be mellow

Hence too spread life,

Ne’er destined hollow

In bombinate flights,

Be so I the bumblebee

The gods fated my plight!

 

                                      ode to the ever diminishing bumblebees,

                                                      be cause of man’s pollution gift to nature…

              © Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ The Gift ” – of you – revisited

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“ The Gift ”

                 – of you –

I want not to forget

Fail having tried,

Or simply accept

I’ve reason to regret,

Mindful so I could

Be able to affect,

Without need to try

As if I could deny,

Our love grew beyond

You being easy on the eye…

 

I wanted to recall,

The times you tried

Offering your all,

And I too blind to see

Might’ve realized,

You so needed me,

As I you even more

Tho the gift offered,

I ne’er realized before

Had always been of you …

 

Doesn’t tax one’s memory

To recall there’d been many,

But none the worth, if any

Yet didn’t know enough

I’d the gift of you to hold,

But only now can tell

When grown wiser old,

While you, now too long gone

Be the gift, for someone else to hold!

 

written in Grasse France           

                                                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ A Secret ” – I’ve to die with

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                                                a Moroccan Secret Box

“ A Secret ” 

– I’ve to die with –

I’ve had secrets

Rates not to keep,

Some by the by

Merits not a peep,

And one or two

Made me so blue

I’d given a bye…

 

But I’ve a secret

Shades my life,

Tho cannot share

Or fail to keep,

Thus held to bear

Finds futile weep,

Without concede

While I’m awake

Or in my sleep…

 

‘Tis a secret

That won’t heed,

And so remains

Despite I plead,

Be of a memory

Begs god-speed,

Hence to forego

Yet I find realize,

Fixed be of a kind

One can’t be freed,

Held thus a secret

That I’ve to die with!

 

                                        written in Grasse

                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ Solitude ” – be coexistence –

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“ Solitude ”

               – be coexistence –

Moot be strife

In solitude,

A carve of life

That negates

Platitudes,

Be coexistence

With oneself,

A quiet distance

Gives credence,

To relinquishing

A social imitate,

Finding release

From conformity,

For a timely taste

Of anonymity,

Said tranquil pace

Of held composure,

Be worth reaching

Without disclosure,

Tho cause to choose

A further exposure,

Save less so bemused,

One opts to visit solitude!

© Jean-Jacques Fournier