“ Grieving ” ~ time neglected ~

I grieve for time

Passing unseen,

Tho anxiously

I try to redeem,

An absurd task

Held be a dream,

Behind the mask

That only seems,

Assuage ones fear

Now less than keen,

When down the line

Reality finds clear,

That life left behind

Actualizes many years,

Yet neglected tell my mind

There’ll be life past the tears,

For obtuse squandered assign

Has me grieving, now ill timed!

 

 

                                                            © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

“ Man’s Hold ” ~ means to be fed ~

A singular being
Akin to whole,
Who so composed
Said worthy soul,
Be for man’s hold
Who means be fed
Criteria set at gold,
What he inclines,
Wouldst so conjure
His bidding designs,
So with wile he lures
A yet fallible mind,
However be times
Anguish will sway,
Doubt finds its way
To a vibrant head,
Where fate declines!