The Day

– that was –

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The Day                 

       – that was –

The day
Set as was,
Did have a play
Despite faux pas,
Would find a way
Bearing the cause,
Of one’s living stay
Thus, to make room,
For a fated new day
Fixed next to come,
And find its allay
Hence while alone,
Will not be at bay
Tho set afar home,
Holds shy of say
Had need to roam,
Implied being alive
For allotted time,
Be ne’er very long
Ye will soon find, 
The day long gone
Next to be, that was!


                           © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Photo - Marianne Dessis
Music - except of Almost Blue, by Chet Baker
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier

               					Written in Sweetsburg
						   November 1, 2022

“ They Walk Alone ” in a faceless world –

                  

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“ They Walk Alone ”

             – in a faceless world –                

 They walk alone
 On crowded streets,
 These vacant beings 
 Suffering defeat,
 Trudging on feelings
 Found bittersweet,
 Despite bewilderment
 Held negated souls,
 In constant lament 
 For the cadence holds,
 The bulk of a life spent
 On their weary feet,
 As human refuse 
 On a deathly beat, 
 Who seek refuge
 In a mingy world replete…  

 Routed in despair
 Most lay in wait,
 For their decay
 To transfer hells, 
 While with false hope
 These human shells, 
 Pray fate awakes
 Would thus impel,
 And so reach out       
 Hence fore too late,                                                                                 
 When they’ll arrived
 At fated final hell,                                                     
 Yet so to walk alone
 Thus in a faceless world!   

                 A nudge on today’s world...

© Jean-Jacques Fournier  
November 2, 2020 
    
 Pictures – public/ private collection...
 Music – excerpt of Alone Together, by Chet Baker...  

“ I Walk Alone ”~upon this road ~

 

Life has me walk

This reach alone,

To suffer gauge

My weary bones,

With body’s age

I now but trip,

Upon this road

Lacking the fit,

Youth so defined

Tells be the image

Of ebbing time,

With faint recall

Can now but pine,

For home of old

When we explored,

First living bold

Did create lore,

Worth being told

Sufficient to entreat,

What equates hope

Though incomplete,

We’d learnt to cope

Life’s fickle sweeps…

 

I walk alone

In faded colours,

Upon this road

Of no return,

Held be my destined keep!