“ Apologies ”- to expiate demise –

Oh so often we apologize

Just to make amends,

Or avoid being chastised

We effort find portend,

Till failing begs apprise

We seek impede condemn,

Fated waning enterprise

Of which we learn contend,

As time gorges on our pride

That leaves but dust to mend,

With a soupçon of recall guise

For the loss of once held friend,

With otiose apologies to expiate demise!

                                                              © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ Bonds We Groom ” ~ yet fail find mend ~

I incline to contend

The gods so intend

We’d endure assume,

There’d be an end

To bonds we groom,

With they in whom

Such love might lend,

Live beyond affability

Yet fail we find mend

With true held friend,

Gesture furthermore

With inanimate look,

In lieu of bid to restore!