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Autumn Leave – on a shivery eve –

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Autumn Leaves

– on a shivery eve –

As autumn leaves,
Shadows fall 
On a shivery eve,
While mind recalls
Obscuring shades,
I’m made to feel
While vista fades,
A summer’s peal
Nature betrays,
Once sun filled days…

Thus autumn leaves 
My soul behind,
A summer hostage
Of plead declined 
To keep alive
Fair weather skies,
And butterflies …

Soon winter’s blast 
Will cast a haze,
To chase the last
Of autumn days,
And scattered leaves	
When Frost said Jack, 
Will come awake 
In a world near grey,
To soon blustery wakes… 

Tho I’d turn back 
Fall season’s clock, 
Nature chose cold 
As its mortal mock,
To oblige Thanatos 
Who will now wrest,
Fall season’s soul 
As autumn leaves,
To soon make way		     	 
For a winter’s hold!

                      © Jean-Jacques Fourier  
     
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Music - New York Jazz, Classics... 
Audio recital - Jean-Jacques Fournier
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“ The Art of Aging ” – man’s eschatology –

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“ The Art of Aging ”

            – man’s eschatology –

 
  
 Age has you feel
 The consequence,
 Of thinned conceal 
 By a starved brush,
 Upon your person
 Wants but to instil
 A sense of rush,
 The while reward
 Be to lay shades,
 In wisdom’s colours
 On its aging canvas
 Begs innate candour... 


 Thus so you know
 Life lends redress,
 To shadowed greys
 Of life’s excesses, 
 Will shape in part
 What age expresses... 


 Hence of bold lines
 Carved so by time, 
 Some even apropos 
 Meant not unkind, 
 To one’s tableaux 
 That age defines,                      
 While time directs
 You suffer decline, 
 Yet holds respect 
 For the art of aging, 
 Alas be man’s eschatology!         
 © Jean-Jacques Fournier  
  
 Ode to a long-time dear friend, Louise Fleischmann ...

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 Music - Excerpt of Tomasso Albinoni - Adagio, in G minor...

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“ Faces ” – that be traceless –

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“ Faces ”

       – that be traceless –

I see faces

In all places,

That be sad

Virulent cases,

At risk clad

Be complacent,

Soon but mad

Past indifferent,

Of no matter

Part of current,

Fitting this façade…

 

Empty faces

That be traceless,

Yet embraces

Find expression,

As in a painting

Of a landscape,

Speaks despair

Rather tainted,

Tho not quite bare…

 

Be mortal faces

Seeking refuge,

From raw places

Found in refuse,

A world so faces

In human deluge,

Held insensate

Of fellow sapiens,

They just people

Failed by bane,

Seek seen real

Despite blame,

Of slanted feel

Said man extant,

Made world surreal      

Bent be he an unrepentant!  

 

                           ode to fellow beings of virulent woes…

                                                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

   Art, by Picasso, Modigliani, Odilon Redon,

           Jheronimus Bosh, Maurice Denis, Erich Heckel.

                          Music, Now – by Vexento – v2 New music, and recital

 

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“ A Distant Presence ” – stored in old memories –

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“ A Distant Presence ”

            – stored in old memories –

 

I feel a presence

Ever distant,

Lurking

In my memory,

Probing

Unrelentingly,                                                                             

To surface

Above reticence,

Ne’er forgotten

Be one’s musings,

Despite a dying voice

Caught in the shadows,

Of a haunting choice

Stays a distant presence,

Stored in old memories…

 

I feel its existence

Lamenting regret,

Of relic adolescence

Did tend to forget,

One’s life so harried

Time be left scattered,

Yet held little matter

Amid memory’s embers,

Despite imploring pleas

Woefully entreating time,

On symbolic knees

Ought allow to remind,

Before the while be no more

Than a haunting memory…

 

Tho still I hear whispers

Of a lingering voice,

Must be the patient soul

In its life’s awoken choice,

Holds stored in old memories

That of a distant presence! 

           

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier  

                                           July 12, 2020             

            Music, Chet Baker – Almost Blue –

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“ A Day In A Life ” – to live as tho twice –

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“ A Day In A Life ”

         – to live as tho twice –

If I could but live

A day in a life,

Fate chose to give

Be without strife,

One might feel free

To hence display

The whole that I be,

For today I’d not wept

Holds a day of all days

With euphoria I’ve kept,

Fix this day as a guide

So that I now can see,

All my life till I died…

Such a day in a life

Would be held rule,

Thus to fix the way

Would purge redicule,

And learn to let go

As to feel what you see,

Be the birth of it all

Like a bursting of buds,

On a flowering tree

As spring yawns away,

And dawn’s early hours

Sets sight towards May,

To a first summer’s day…

Yet all of the while

You’ve but time

The gods lend,

Hence a day in a life

From beginning to end

You must live as tho twice,

For that may be all

You’d be given of life!

                                          © Jean-Jacques Fournier    

                          Originally written in Vence, Fr.

Pictures – Public and private collection …

Music – exerpt of Orfeu Negro, Brazil …

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“ A Poet ” ~ on more than allusions ~

When is a poet

A poet to be,

How will he know

It won’t be free,

To find reveal

What he’s to tell,

Starts on journey

Going thru hell,

Hence be the way

He learns to feel,

Afore he can say

What is real,

Thus to give sway

To worthy notions,

Be want of attention

To issues deserved,

More than allusions

Kept in reserve,

The while he lives

Born of a heart

Which can but give,

To occupy minds

That a poet seeks find!

 

                                                                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier

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“ Fixing Now ” ~ to look at what I see ~

 

I’ve looked back

At my surrounds,

And growing years

Hence to feel bound,

Need look again

As seems back then,

I’ve thin account

Of beauty all about

As though allure

Had been left out,

Thru failed record

On matters worth

Meant to absorb,

Yet angst insists

Ne’er be too late,

Want fixing now

To look at what I see…

 

Who could have known best

What beauty life held see,

Without we knew thus to invest,

That made us look at what we see!

                                                                               ode to the in-depth beauty

                                                                                                of natures creativity!