There is a love
In my life,
That is the love
Of my life,
And far above
My recites,
Or gods of love
Who bid light,
A state defines
Exquisite sight,
Fate so assigns
For my delight,
Until life runs
Me out of time!
for and about Marianne,
love of my life,
in its 17th year
of thaumaturgy delight…!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
P.S. this poem will appear in my new published book #16, soon to be released, entitled;
Love – by any definition – A Collection Of Love Poems … in a Poetry on a Canapé book…
A joy extant infers
Fate lets attain,
I find imagine
What ought contain,
Stuff be of dreams
Imaging the silken,
Rather than lined
In matters coarse,
Though often times
Joy be dark horse,
To masquerade
Masked as a rose,
In joyless shade,
Wanting not impose…
Yet be this joy
Illusion’s dope,
Thirsting to enjoy
We live in hope,
Yet sadly fantasize
In musings empty,
Waiting joy incites
A moment of delight
To more than but survive!
A memory of a younger man’s, search…
for my friend Paulette
translation of my OFV, La Joie ~ imaginée ~
Poetry on a canapé 