A Trio of Poetic Echoes…

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Frivolity

The commodify,

Of laisse faire  

Speaks of oddity,

To find fly an affair

Taken with frivolity!

Façade

You find look

Be oppression,

Beyond brook

Of expression,

Despite its façade

Charts blindly sad!

Conscience

You are aware,

Yet knowingly

Without care,

Tho insentience

Finds admittance,

Of a conscience!


                              © Jean-Jacques Fournier
  
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                              ov - written in Sweetsburg, January 31, 2021 




“ Butterfly, Butterfly ” – fluttering bye –

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Photography by Marianne Dessis … Music, Smoldering, by Kai Engel

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“ Butterfly, Butterfly ”

                        – fluttering bye –

Butterfly, butterfly

Leisurely floating

Dressing the sky,

Fitfully dancing

Shifted by currents

In breezes on high,

Ever so pleasing

You thus advent

Gently trapezing,

Yet softly you fly…

                                                               

Butterfly, butterfly

Fluttering bye

Your beauty defies,

Wonder exemplified

On wings so grand,

And of such splendour

To make rainbows pale,

In light of your colours…

 

Butterfly, butterfly

When summer is low

Too soon you must go,

So where will you fly

To bring life elsewhere,

That offers but sorrow

When you leave our sky,

Butterfly, butterfly

Alas but oh why,

Must your beauty then die!

 

                       written in Grasse, Fr. July 18, 2005

                                  edited in Sweetsburg, Ca. May 31, 2020  

                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

                                    A Butterfly ode to they who diligently

                                                 work to prevent the extinction of

                                                            fellow creature, the Lepidoptera…

 

“ Clouds for Dreaming ” – of ethereal things –

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On a whim I can fly 

In a dream,

As I soar on wings

It thus seems,

Of ethereal things

Be a flight so real,

The ascent I can feel…

 

As I ride on the wind

I hear Zephyr sing,

Yet could not tell

If it spoke of Phoenix,

And his trip to hell

When rashly he’d fly,

Which I’ll ne’er risk

As so high he did fry,

For my soaring is fixed

In the dream I so fly…

 

Now on billowy clouds

Soft feathery things,

Their gentle pull bides

The while one clings,

To this surreal ride

Said fabric for dreams,

That dresses the skies,

In clouds made for dreaming!

 

           written at Amsterdam Airport

                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                   April 10, 2002

 

 

“ Writing ” ~ need be there reason ~

 

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!

“ The Crow ” ~ in endless flight ~

 

I am the crow,

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as the night,

Forced to live

An endless flight,

Looking for a path

To the freedom I seek,

As anxiety nears

This wizened meek,

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light

That shows way clear,

To end one’s journeys

In the dead of night!