The Sounds

  – of nature –

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I can remember
Hearing the sounds,
Till late September
Most to be found,
Echoes near all
Held us spellbound,
Yet soon to recall 
To be put aground,
For shy of enthrall  
Be mans contrives,
Wouldst thus anoint
With noise devised,
Beyond human point
To render us deaf,
He’d fashion disjoint
What life has left,
Of the lullaby sounds
Once natural to nature!  

                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier

            
Images - Marianne Dessis ...
Music – Adagio Albinoni ...
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier ...

			                written in Sweetsburg
			                        June 7, 2021

“ Vertical Imbroglio ” – a shadow state –

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“ Vertical Imbroglio ”                                 

– a shadow state –

I reach ahead

Haltingly so,

As I prepare

To step alas, 

Beyond length

It takes to pass,

A prior stride

Repairs behind,

In effort guide

A next in kind,

Repeats to bide,

Thus so I sense

May tend to slide,

As if said motion

Would so impair,

To suffer notions

Of a lost equilibrium…

While tho awake,

I envisage myself

Inhabiting a place,                              

Of vertical imbroglio

As a shadow state,

Steps be but echoes

In an outer mind

Suggesting guise,

We’re to accept

Its bogus disguise,

Tho manipulated

By what’s left alive,

And still humanlike

Despite emotive pries…

Hence be sagacious                                                                          

Attempt at realism,

Imbroglio’s shadow

State imaging façade,

Said of bemused reality,                                                                                

The while life’s demise   

Be destined irrevocably,                                                                                       

Tho holds mans laudable prize!

                © Jean-Jacques Fournier 
                         1st written in Grasse, France  2005
  
Paintings - by René Magritte ... 
 Audio’s music - exerpt of  Oblivion by Astor Piazzolla ... 

“ Astray ” ~ in pro tem way ~

 

Without I stray

From held entomb,

Said salutary stay,

I can but seek

Echoes of roam,

Thus to attempt

A nomad bent,

Steers me astray

In pro tem way,

Till time runs out

Of freed to roam! 

 

“ A Road ” ~ that has a home ~

 

I’ve roamed

Far beyond Rome,

And in between

Sites that did mean

Recall one day,

What must be seen

To find their way

In minds held keen,

That musings stay

To hold the memory

Of insistent places,

Where one still hears

Echoes of the faceless,

In a world of tears

Where life soon passes,

With utter indifference

To their relentless fears…

 

The while I roam

Roads I have known,

Yet find them looking

For a road that has a home!

 

“ The Wind ” ~ that whispers ~

 

Listen to the wind,

Softly whisper

Its chagrin,

Anxious tales

Harbouring sins

Of men for sale,

Who wile us in,

Won’t hesitate

On but a whim

To devastate,

Hid in the whispers

Of an angry wind…

 

Thus as wind wails

In mock reply,

A sadly echo

Of tortured cry,

Tells be destined

Meant soon to die,

While a final whisper

Be the wind’s good-bye!

 

“ Limbo’s Darkness ” ~ in your mind ~

 

I reached for you

Yet somehow knew

I’d touch shadows,

I voiced your name,

To hear but echoes

Sounding awash

And doleful lame,

I looked to find

Cold had replaced

A familiar warmth,

And when wake

Would feel you be

There by my side,

Not in a limbo’s tide…

 

As I await

For your escape

I see a tearful face,                                        

Among the shadows                                                                                

Of a limboed place,

Thus beg for  morrow

That you be guided

To the end of sorrow,                                                                      

Ne’er more to find

Lives in your mind,

The dark of limbo!