Butterflies

             – by the bye –

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Butterflies

– by the bye –

Not incidental
We butterflies,
Ever so gentle 
Yet by the bye,
As ornamental 
To  human eye, 
Will so trample
Reasoning why,
Be florae ample
Ye soon realize,
Holds butterfly
Reach to offer life,
Or graces the sky
As fitfully dancing,
Be fulfilling his bye
The while ambling by! 

                                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                       written in Sweetsburg
                                           	           July 22, 2022

Music -  Vivaldi L’estro armonica Op.3 Violin Ccocerto
Photography - Marianne Dessis & Wikimedia Commons
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ A Worried Mind ” ~ despite ample tries ~

I haven’t time
For worried mind,
Nor am the type
To fuss about,
With niggling tripe
Gives in to doubt,
As would the sort
Just lets tarry
To state of dread,
Instead abort
Before you’re led,
Where devil bids
To worry your head…

Hence concern not
On things a pity,
One exercised
To pass the buck
Of responsibility,
Who’d but surmise
You’d find no cause,
To scrutinize
Anxiety’s worry,
Despite ample tries
Save trying wise,
Shun a worried mind!

– ode to whom ideate –

“ Caution ” ~ to the wind ~

Throwing caution

To the wind

I now stand,

On legs

Wants a hand,

Though one begs

Yet amply stable,

Mean to last

Thusly quite able,

As ever whole

And near as fast,

No less than bold

To ride the wind!

“ The Hand ” ~ that feeds ~

As I observe

The hand

That feeds,

Wants serve

The life I live

With verve,

Fashioned so

As fate did give,

To find contrive

Thru every curve

Meant stay alive,

Be worth invest

In destined strides,

Hence to survive

The waning signs

We visualize,

Protuberant veins

Neath thinning skin

Covers aging within,

Telling of life ephemeral

The while bemoaning

Mind means decline,

This hand will feed me still!

“ Laughter ” ~ feeds the soul ~

I want to laugh

In potions ample

That it should last,

To encourage  

Thusly bold,

Fellow beings

Who’ve to learn

Be laughter

Feeds the soul,

And lessens thus

The morose pique

Of anxious matters,

Inciting as a must

The constant lifeline,

Of enduring laughter!

“ Vanished ” ~ a lost friend ~

Will I be there

As I intend,

With ample time

For a lost friend,

He of a mind

Echoing mine,

Did one day pen

The like inspired

Might find amends…

 

No matter where

I seek to find,

Not in a state

To care too late  ,

But wits aware

To so repair,

Purpose aligned

Those years ago,

Since undermined…   

 

Tho life bids want,

Care but suggests

To not long dwell

The depths of hell,

Save there be more

Of lived before,

A friendship set adrift

Yet not quite vanished!