“ That Comfort ” ~ of resolve ~

You live with an issue

That stresses excess,

Thus until out of tissue

You’re forced address,

With corrective venue

Holds offer regress,

For needy disinvolve

That comfort will asset,

Hence set-up dissolve

That allows find repress,

In life’s thin resolve

Comfort will redress,

While fate confabulates absolve

Though it leaves you out of breath,

You’ve yet love of life reasons to evolve!

                                                                       

                                                                      © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

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“ Singlehood ” ~ rather in between ~

I contemplate

The solitude

Of single life,

And find somehow

It’s rather in between

The then and now,

Like not too hot

Or not too cold,

A sort of midway

Life and death,

A kind of lazy comfort

That goes nowhere

In a most committed way…

 

Don’t get me wrong

That’s not to say

It’s all without reward,

Who can deny

The pleasurable sensation

Of unbroken blissful silence,

No need to share

Nor patience there required,

No threat to deprivation

Or succulent seclusion,

A feast without an equal

For one-way conversations!