– of traces unclear –
Desperate Man
– of traces unclear –
Desperate man Arrives in fear, Looking at life Traces unclear, To face despite He cannot hear, Thus, he writes Hoping it bears, Some hint of sight Marks he’d be there!
ode to coherence of clarity…
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Imagery – Wikimedia Commons
Music - Nardis by Chet Baker
Audio -Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
March 28, 2022
Mindful, be unforeseen
That memories will fail,
Hopeful not to extreme
For fear of minds derail,
In a posit made sombre
Thus be forever fraught,
From a lapse of memory
Errant as to be brought,
By its narrated stumble
Be of words gone awash,
Has one in a new bubble
Giving notions to curse,
Aired not as a mumble
Views now but adverse,
Left to exist in a jumble...
‘Tis sad state of decline
All the while you watch,
Feel its thought melting
As a reoccurred botch,
That a word will mend
Holds cause be reborn,
Extant failure finds end
Tho ye suffer self scorn,
Despite held to append...
Whilst pained to so find
An apprise of words lost,
Tells of old fails conveyed
Wants inadvertency tossed!
ode to over worked minds...
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
November 23, 2020
Pictures - Personal & Public Collection...
Music - Stone, by Hara Noda
“ If Memory Fails ”
– guide me to a shelter –
Now that you’re here
Will you see I not falter,
As in time I yet fear
Fate chose not to alter,
Thence I might know
As age won’t be kinder,
And if memory fails
Thus with love you offer,
I pray the gods avail
Find you to be there
To guide me to a shelter…
Now that you’re near
A joy you be each day,
Tho I no longer hear
An easy voice at play,
Be yours ever so dear
Now fading far away,
Near muted to my ear
Save recall ere so clear,
Retention can but stay
Tho memory fades away…
Alas serenity assured
The while you be there,
With music you so speak,
There is sanity you bring
That has my world sing,
And does but so relieve
That foreboding cling,
For you are to be here
A prompt ever so clear
Keeping mind yet sane,
The while if memory fails
Life destined be our bane,
Tho your love will still remain!
ode to my mother and father…
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
I grieve for time
Passing unseen,
Tho anxiously
I try to redeem,
An absurd task
Held be a dream,
Behind the mask
That only seems,
Assuage ones fear
Now less than keen,
When down the line
Reality finds clear,
That life left behind
Actualizes many years,
Yet neglected tell my mind
There’ll be life past the tears,
For obtuse squandered assign
Has me grieving, now ill timed!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Thusly I fear
I’ll find in time,
The voice that died
Must have been mine,
For shout or screech
Who can tell I am not here
And thus beyond reach,
Too far to see or hear!
I’ve edgy fear
Of distressing
People dear,
Never wanting
Nor be hurtful,
Lest evoking
Cause for tears,
Or upsetting
Their tranquility…
Fit apprehensive,
Of they who feed
On wilful hurting!
If I could
Slow the pace
Of time,
Suffers my mind
Its haste,
Said to be life
A race
I seek abbreviate,
For too soon here
Be cause of fear,
Wants waste
Afore I’d had
My full fair taste!
The fear of living
Encouraged flight,
Or demands fight
To wrestle demons
Who cheat us of light,
Wants summon courage,
For hedonistic life…
Ergo be rid
Of inertia’s bid
And reinstate daring,
Lest fear of living
Be injudicious
Allows destroy,
The whole of being…
Thus need objectives
Not be swayed,
By the proverbial theys
Who so feign credence
Invoking so, they say,
Be without reference
Save lamentable staids,
Life hath so daunted
Would hold fear of living!
Poetry on a Canapé 