Makes Ye Think

– that there’s a link –

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Makes Ye Think

         – that there’s a link –

Will come a time 
For aging life,
Gods do decline
Find defer strife,
Tho we near blind
Musing afterlife,
A man’s assign
No minor swipe,
In his lifetime
If wise he’s not,
While so aligned
He may be fraught, 
By a wizened state 
That alters naught,
Thus, to find room 
Far from the end,
A state of gloom
Yet sets amend,
To make ye think 
Of time too soon, 
That there’s a link 
Where we end up,
On second thought
Holds your last sup,
Ought make ye think!


                © Jean-Jacques Fournier 


         Written in Sweetsburg 
          March 29, 2023

Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - excerpt of Sommarpsalm (String Quartet Version) 
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ Every Season ” ~ has a reason ~

 

Every season

In nature’s bent,

Finds purpose

For renewal,

That celebrates

Each wont advent

Not as infinity’s rival

But a cycle of revival…

 

Yet we creatures

Suffer brevity

Of a single stay,

A hoped-for reach

Though time decreed

Life be held brief,

And so ephemeral

Deemed beg amend

Wouldst be in vain,

To imitate seasons

That never fully fade,

Thus likely  reason

Life then returns again!

 

“ Trapped ” ~ inside a feeling ~

 

You run to flee

A feeling held dead,

An angry bent

You so dread,

That of requite

Arguably lent,

Scales so balanced

Thru baseless spite,

Could not amend…

 

Thus trapped

Inside a feeling

Not so dead,

An anxious mind

Wants one’s head,

Hence pell-mell

You scurry hide,

Far from the hell

That calls you back,

Where locked inside,

You’re to face

The hurt you brace,

Till you so reach

Courage to disclose

The matter bleak,

Trapped in a feeling,

That condemned                               

You flee from self,

Till you find hate’s end!

 

“ My World ” ~ in retrospect ~

 

What will be left

In retrospect,

Held be my world

Of living things,

Unenviable at best,

Since we allowed

To risk their nest,

Piloted by men

Of gargantuan rapacity,

Apathetic to amend…

 

Thus for unwary child

Who finds not heed,

How will he survive

Man’s destructive seed,

Souring the air he breathes!

 

“ A Fading Voice ” ~ all but discernable ~

I feel reverberate

A sound that be

All but discernible,

Tho not quite dead,

There be no doubt

In not optimal state,

Yet man so begs

While fading voice

Sadly abates,

In time we hear

That erudite mind

Might effort mend,

To save held dear

Lifeblood amend,

For air we breathe

And water deemed

‘Tis equal to survive,

Save our world ends!

 

“ Another Day ” ~ time extracts ~

 

Another day

Time extracts

Along the way,

Every moment

Ever fast

I but nigh feel,

The while I ache

Time need relent

To thus allow

The full extent

Of a day’s bent,

Tho I should fuss

That time amends,

It pays no mind

My want expend

Should I want live,

If but another day!