“ Life ” ~ be but a minute ~

As journey’s impart

Finds  compose,

A life held chart

Of  fading echoes,

Images seek focus

On a wistful past,

As recall delves

In dormant baggage,

Where marks a start

Of minute’s living,

Which is to be our life…

 

As life be but a minute

I’ve no time left to waste,

So overlook my rancour

If you crowd my space,

Or find ye be  anchor

In my short-lived race,

Tho I sound rather terse

I’m not without candour,

So empathize my strife

For with so little time,

I’ve reason to make haste…

 

I might have shown fear

Or shed a meagre tear,

To decelerate the process

That fixed  fall’s arrival,

In the wake of all that dies

As will a prized September,

Thus with all it finds allied

Seek peace with December,

For soon you’re gone to rest

To lie neath earthen blanket,

Should minute’s life end next!

 

                                                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

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“ Ricochet ” ~ impacting life ~

 

Feels but a ricochet

Hurdling every way,

Bounced around

With growing rancour

Obliquely rebounds,

Made seek proper anchor

Wants hold ones ground,

While life impacts

Man’s reckless measures,

Of greedy need for more

Wouldst force impose,

The unsuspecting

A said like thralldom,

By designated elects

Who falsely contrive,

They’ve ruling rights,

On we, the gullible advocates!