Butterflies

– fluttering bye –

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Butterflies

– fluttering bye –

A butterfly
Searching
Blossoms,
Pursuing 
The mote
To provide,
Held florae
Need of alive 
Ye find dote,
On their array
Hence to adorn
Tho its short stay,
Be of iffy longevity 
Not butterfly’s say,  
Dancing in brevity…
 
Pushed by currents
He floats consciously   
On breezes apparent,
While ever so mindful
Found be lepidoptera, 
With beauty’s warrant 
Would remain pleasing, 
Thru a short summer fly 
Has butterflies trapezing,
All the while fluttering bye!

    Ode to butterflies, that they maybe forever…


                © Jean-Jacques Fournier
	                                                        written in Sweetsburg
                                           	                     August 2, 2022

Music - Endless Beauty, Pixabay							
Photography - Marianne Dessis
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier

Butterflies

             – by the bye –

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Butterflies

– by the bye –

Not incidental
We butterflies,
Ever so gentle 
Yet by the bye,
As ornamental 
To  human eye, 
Will so trample
Reasoning why,
Be florae ample
Ye soon realize,
Holds butterfly
Reach to offer life,
Or graces the sky
As fitfully dancing,
Be fulfilling his bye
The while ambling by! 

                                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                       written in Sweetsburg
                                           	           July 22, 2022

Music -  Vivaldi L’estro armonica Op.3 Violin Ccocerto
Photography - Marianne Dessis & Wikimedia Commons
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier

A Wandering Man

            – seeks a longer while –

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A Wandering Man            

 – seeks a longer while –                                                           

He wanders about
For trenchant life,
But without doubt
Save eonian strife,
Fixes a sure bout 
As afore afterlife,
Be willing to wait
A progeny clever,
Till ye find place
Visualizes forever,
That allows placate
For no reason ever,
This wandering man
Seeks a longer while,
Thus, so to find whole
With but copious guile
Might delay growing old!

				ode to forever young of spirit…

                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier 
			   
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Excerpt of Wandering by Steve Combs
Audio recital – by Jean-Jacques Fournier

written in Sweetsburg
March 20, 2022

Hardly Ever

       – close to hereafter –

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       – close to hereafter –

Tho ye be willing
To bear whatever,
Without doubting 
Be gods endeavour, 
Thus, but conciliate
Ye fate ain’t forever, 
So relieved of debates
It reaches far of tether,
As life’s concealed date
Thence holds hardly ever,
You’d be close to hereafter! 


                                       Ode to Edgar Allan Poe,
		                             master of morbidity…

                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier 


Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Excerpt of The Violin Concertos, by J.S. Bach 
Audio recital – by Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                               written in Sweetsburg
					           March 12, 2022

“ The Sound of Silence ” – a blissful pleasure – revisited –

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“ The Sound of Silence ”

                             – a blissful pleasure – revisited –

 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

“ Forever ” ~ be state of mind ~

 

Faces I’d known

Seem now gather,

To not be alone

Prowl my head,

In serene manner

For days ahead,

Suffer lose matter,

Hence to remind

What’s left of time,

We thought forever

Be state of mind,

Too soon we find

Be marginal ever!