– I’d known when –
If only
I’d known when,
To tell you
What I should,
Words that spoke
Of feelings then
Were misunderstood,
We might’ve found
To comprehend,
There came a point
That our affair,
Bore signs of thinning
Despite alluded tend,
Rather than beginning
Had started at the end!
written in Montréal
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Dormant feelings
Hold affair done,
Lacking measure
Bare rate begun,
That be a feeling
Seized of neglect,
Alas demeaning
Brings one regret,
The while lingers
In vain retrospect,
Hence a prisoner
Who can but wilt,
Without ye detect
The emotional tilt,
Of allegoric affect
Forced so to endure,
With a feeling of guilt!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Abandoned thus
To absurdity,
The part of me
That did insist,
On feelings
Of uncertainty…
I then relinquished
Conformity,
Once I distinguished
The enormity,
Of life in a mind free!
ode to an awakening…
Wouldn’t it be
Marvellous,
Should we abide
We opt on side,
Reason decides
That feelings be,
As fate devised
Not self-absorbed
Or tend one sided,
Rid of overdrive
Thus so guided,
To fix on wouldn’t be
Anything but wonderful!
Give me love
Just a little,
Till you know
I won’t loose it,
Take your time
While you muse,
Shall we dance…
Tell me when,
Be your feeling
To declare,
That you care,
In the interim
Shall we dance…
I’ll be there,
If you choose,
To embrace,
We can share
What you feel,
For the while
Shall we dance…
When propitious
For love’s season,
Be fates chance
Held be reason,
Love means stay
Beyond grey,
Take my love
For we shall dance!
Why do you write
Asked unabashed,
As tho an answer
Other than need,
May even succeed
In shedding light…
Forces be real
I heard my reply,
Helps touch why
Tho ne’er quite sure
My words truly fly…
What do you write
She offers in spite,
My hazy taunts
Not meant be trite,
I scribble of time
That shadows mine,
To divert attention
If lot whispers of death…
Fate may deny
Time I have left,
So while I’ve breath
And feelings to best,
I’ll write with my soul
Thus wants life bold,
Without reason or why
For as long as I’ll get!
Move on
It’s but one turn,
In your thin skin
Of time,
Make room
Tho you may think
You are immune,
With feelings young,
Enough to change
With each full moon…
Your nature
To take risk
Back then be fine,
When a near miss
Be akin to easy kiss,
Save but life now
Holds near the winter
Of your seasons,
Calls for reason…
So think ahead
The while you find
To keep your head,
For quite likely
You’ve feelings
Of good stead,
Those left behind
Yet far from dead,
Though well ahead,
Of held thin skin of time!
Life’s burden set
To metamorphosis,
All not immune
To melee of egress,
Thru primal stage
Of intrinsic crawling,
Till that of taking flight…
I may have wished
Primordial remains,
Of furry ravager
Held caterpillar
But butterfly be my aim,
Watching from on high
With lepidopteran view,
In wilting summer’s sigh
Sipping morning dew,
The while in reflexion,
Upon world’s progression
Neath a solstice sky,
Life chose I’d be a butterfly!
If only
I’d known how
To tell you
What I should,
Words that spoke
Of feelings then
We’d misunderstood,
We might’ve found
To comprehend,
There came a point
Our love affair
Rather than beginning,
Had started at the end!
Far more often
I ought listen
To the other me,
Who from within
Be like a brother
May have been,
Pressing to tell
I need consider,
What life ensues
In salient glitter,
Risks be a road
Of bogus glimmer
Paving a way to hell!
Poetry on a Canapé 