I ponder the lot
Of a horse,
Who has caught
Endless days
In the rain,
How he must feel
To suffer its bane,
As he ingests grass
In meadows too wet,
That verges morass
Nature chose beset,
On pasture he links
To life giving fests,
While hunger persists
Thus imaged bethinks
In this life he submits,
Fails to be in the pink!
ode to friends Michèle & Thomas
the ultimate horse lovers
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Gradually he fades
The while his shadow
Reaches to evade,
A place he’ll inhabit
On the requisite day,
Though seen surreal
He means find a way,
Past the darkness
Of an endless silence!
An endless sound
Of hissing resounds,
Persistently,
In ones weary skull…
Perverse echoes
Find to devise
In a mind resigned,
The means to survive
A state that confounds,
One forced to listen
Beyond humane bounds,
Said tinnitus to suffer
In its hell bent surrounds!
If I could slow
The pace,
My mind
So takes in haste,
Wouldst shorten so
The race,
Allowing life fair taste…
Thus I should pine
Days be as when,
A child then
Could barely wait
For long day’s end,
Whereas I’m now
Mindful of time,
Long I for endless days!
Er so mindful
By and by,
Of far off morrows
Stealing closer,
Do cast one’s mind
In a nebular bind,
These endless days
Of once upon a time,
One can but mourn
They’re being left behind!
Would that I’d find
Days once too long
In my young mind,
In endless ways
Chose to entreat,
Eager for morrows
Time be held brief,
The while brood then,
For long day’s end…
Save now I’ve grief
For time I left behind!
Poetry on a Canapé 