“ A Minute ” – now or then –

Said of a minute

Born to life,

Be a need for it

Tho enters strife,

Despite commit

To its short site,

Life persists to emit

Tho maybe a plight,                                     

Holds of portent

Yet it is swallowed,

By the hour

And this to follow,

As if to scour

Chose be the fellow,

To do another

As if led by the echo,

Of a wilful brother

Not for a minute,

Would let fate posture

To fix a mindless habit,

Of disaffected bother

Ne’er now or then submit,

Tho for but a minute, now or then!

 

                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ My World ” ~ in peril ~

In predictable peril

Be now my world,

Made fatally ill

By apathetic ogres

Who covet excess,

To feed their power,

For want of posses,

Thus be man’s state

In a world gone to hell,

Yet ignores its fate

And chooses not tell,

We’re destined endure

A moribund dwell,

Tho once vibrant world

Now exists in unsure,

As man deaf and demur

Tends cause damage afar,

While ecological cure

Be word fix he holds thin,

Save its echo he knows

Whirls in ne’er ending spin!

 

“ Reaching ” ~ beyond ~

In my attempt

To reach beyond,

A stride the length

Of friendships bond,

Want but to take

Unwavering step,

To thus find place

Allegiance kept,

Composed of men

Who lost and wept,

Yet create space

They mean abide,

Blind now and then

To critical misguide,

For steps that echo

A language of regard!

“ Echoes ” ~ of melancholy ~

 

I’ve come to feel

More than I hear,

Sounds that echo

Disquieting fears,

Of memory’s stead,

To suffer imagines

Played in my head,

That come to haunt

Tho long felt dead…

 

Yet lingers there

In lugubrious tell,

I’m made endure

Alleged indeed

By way of hell,

What so remains

Of minds loth claim,

Held worrying echoes

Of melancholy!