A Little More Time

              – if but to mark mine –

Salvador Dali

A Little More Time

 – if but to mark mine –





A little more time
To recall a mood
I’d left behind,
When early in life 
If but mark mine,
To allow for strife …

A little more time
To live with candour, 
Discover my other,
Whom I’d forsaken
In visions of grandeur…

A little more time
To shake free of talk
That life offers blindly, 
Overriding the clock…
 
A little more time 
To share a measure
Of neglected kindness, 
And taste the pleasure	
Of compassionateness…

A little more time
To recapture the scent 
Of evocative memories, 
With all of their follies
Life chose to be meant
If need be to mark mine! 
                                                        	   written in Sweetsburg
                                        		        © Jean-Jacques Fournier
                                                  		         May 18, 2005
				                              Re-versioned Nov. 21, 2022

” The Boredom ” – of comfort –

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“ The Boredom ”

              – of comfort –

Who’d have thought,

You need find avoid

A situate distraught,

Say I tongue in cheek

From sated comfort,

To state of boredom

Adjudicated chaotic,

Patterns at random

Follies kaleidoscopic,

In brazen indulgence

Disguised as stoicism,

One hides lack of soul

In ne’er ending comfort,

Until boredom takes hold!

 

   © Jean-Jacques Fournier  

 

    

“ To Start Again ” ~ in step ~

 

To start again

Now once in step,

Right from the crib,

What we did live,                                                                  

Should risk we cart

Our puerile baggage,

Fixed to the heart

Like tattoo marks

Will trace the scars

Of naive follies,

When careless days

Meant living lies

That eased the way,

To so one day

Give of the spin

Said layers a mind

Of ventures worth

Might grow us wise,

In step this time

Without reprise,

To start again!

 

“ Night Follies ” ~ a chilling journey ~

 

I’ve a feeling I fly

In the dying light

Of a hostile sky,

Ever urging me on

This endless flight,

Be dream er deems

A chilling journey

Of night folly extremes…

 

Nights the like

Emerge but to blur

My anxious reach

For sapient deter,

I seek to compose

To author propose

Held liberal worth,

Of nights to dispose

With merit want spare,

Said weary night follies! 

                          

“ A Last Hurrah ” ~ alas too soon ~

 

I’ve howled hurrahs

For varied causes,

Tho at times admit

Of dubious sauces,

When in my youth

I took few pauses

Before I jumped,

To lofty reasons

Short on seasoned,

Most hardly worth

A laudable hurrah…

 

Though on occasion

Did youth follies

Incite horrahs,

Wisdom did suffer

Urge such jollies

Of youth’s ways,

The while inspired

By its short stays,

Alas our desires,

Saw a last hurrah

Find its merry way!