Though we endure Time passing fast, Ne'er to be sure The while it lasts, We accept its lure Without we so ask, Be less than assured With time fixed mask, Holds a dupery‘s game Cast be of nebulous task! The gift of unapprised choices... © Jean-Jacques Fournier Paintings - Régmer, de LaTour, deBoulogne, Rourbouts & Caravaggio... Header Picture - Shutterstock ... Music - Brahms, Träumerei (MF-422) in I F minor... January 19, 2021
Ah to be free
Of obstreperous sounds,
Man’s din vociferous
That so abounds,
Ever torturing
An anguished ear
Implied inured,
We’re made to hear
Too far beyond,
Man meant endure…
Oh for the sound
Of deafening stillness,
A resounding calm
Of blissful pleasure,
In the healing balm
Of echoing silence,
You can almost hear
From the quiet whisper
Of a falling tear,
For the sound of silence!
Music, Laburnum by Kai Engel
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Teach me now
While I’m alive,
To not forget,
When I arrive
At regret’s bide,
And must endure
Spent recollect
Of someone near,
Plus fail to hear
Suffered upset,
While I now limbo
In the unclear,
Of telling ways
By one so dear
Who loved me when,
Wouldst hold until
I am no longer,
And even then!
The while I live,
Teach me how
To do without,
If life dictates
Blind be my fate,
Ne’er to see you
One more time…
Teach me how
To do without,
If destined so
To suffer deaf
And cannot hear
Tho you be near…
Teach me now
To do without,
Afore I reach
State of forget,
Thus to endure
Held grieved regret,
Thru precious days
I might live yet
So teach me how,
I am to do without!
I reach for her
Tho well I know
‘Tis but a shadow
I shall find,
I call her name
And hear awash
Its echoed sound
Implying limbo’s tide
Has carried it beyond…
In shades abutting dark
I barely see her face,
As I endure await
An end to limbo’s fate,
Thus beg that morrow
Finds an escape,
Where she may reach
The end of sorrow,
Beyond the dark of limbo!
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!
I might’ve secured
A guiding hand,
Help spare endure
Suffer be damned,
Holding eye blind
Flouting scant time,
Averred be wrong
Stresses my mind,
And likely as long
As fate be inclined,
Till life fades away
I’ll taste of it wise,
As will time I so wrest
From whatever be left,
Of a meagre short stay
Held tallied in years,
Yet seems to last but days!
Woefully silent
Lonely people,
Find endure
A disconnection,
Said hollow place
Seclusion levies,
While awaiting
The carelessness,
Of indifferent gods!
Poetry on a Canapé 