“ Where The Lost Abound ” – desperate to be whole –

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“ Where The Lost Abound ”

                      – desperate to be whole –

In small cafes,

I sat around

Watching arrays

Of lost abound,

There but to play

Said morose lives,

That slip away

With wary anguish…





I linger here

To write of life,

That so abounds

In abysmal strife,

Till muse absconds

Urge to describe,

Their sad parade

In a despondency

That blurs its find,

Yet when about

To write the line,

Their faces fade                                                                                      

 As tho I’m blind…





So as I glimpse

This pot-pourri,

A mere semblance

Of the reality I see,

In a poor writ play

Of wretched beings,  

Moving mindlessly

Looking for a soul,                      

As they move round, 

Desperate to be whole

Thru that turbulent sea,                                                                                     

Where the lost abound!

                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Music, Lazy Sunday- by Smooth Jazz

Pictures , MD and private collection


			

“ Losing ” ~ physical presence ~

 

In life held abstraction

Be corporeal existence,

Of evolutionary progress

In our accomplishments

Losing to physical presence,

When point volte-face

Be the visual circumstance,

Finds coalescence cast

In gradual fade advance,

Of body’s transient existence!

 

“ Love By Any Definition ” ~ be about admission ~

 

Love,

Be what you sense,

Bowing to your feelings…

 

Love,

Be dreams

That come to be…

 

Love

Be thought

Provoking fantasies, 

Wanting of reality…

 

Love,

Be images

Of cloudy definitions,

Coming into focus…

 

Love,

Be emotions

You hope share,

That will not fade…

 

Love,

By any definition

Be about admission!