– held thought –
Old man sleeping – David Rijckaert 1612
A Probing
– held thought –
A probing Held thought, That questions Ones own, Be but of worth Should it reflect, That which Ye have sewn!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
August 9, 2022
Imagery – Wikimedia Commons
– fluttering bye –
A butterfly Searching Blossoms, Pursuing The mote To provide, Held florae Need of alive Ye find dote, On their array Hence to adorn Tho its short stay, Be of iffy longevity Not butterfly’s say, Dancing in brevity… Pushed by currents He floats consciously On breezes apparent, While ever so mindful Found be lepidoptera, With beauty’s warrant Would remain pleasing, Thru a short summer fly Has butterflies trapezing, All the while fluttering bye!
Ode to butterflies, that they maybe forever…
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
August 2, 2022
Music - Endless Beauty, Pixabay Photography - Marianne Dessis Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
If Truth Be Told - how then discern -
If truth be told Will it yet reach, Its vision worthy Of ether entreat, Not bent in guile Of vitiate deceit, Yet who’s to say Man didn’t teach, The gods’ sly way Thus so to breach, How then discern Of which we speak, Thus be held truth Or but failed preach, Aimed credible to hold Tho history has its doubt, If man’s veiled truth be told!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier inspired from the poem Truth be Xenophanes Greek philosopher, theologian, poet for timeless words of wisdom!
Imagery - Public & Personal ... Music - Whose There by Peter Sandberg ... Audio Recital - Jean-Jacques Fournier ... re-written in Sweetsburg March 26, 2021
Image, Imagining, Imaging
– of destined to be –
Image
- you see -
May not ere be
If ne’er ye find
An image to see,
In fact ‘tis of ye
As short set time,
Despite of a plea
For annals define,
Be vacant you see
Of destined life be!
Imagining
- persona said whole -
Risks find exterior
Not imagining be,
A creation inferior
Albeit melds just,
Held modestly bold
May not be an image
Of persona said whole!
Imaging
- fixed impression -
In one’s reflection
A mirrored façade,
Of fixed impression
Has one soon wonder,
What he will envisage
Of neoteric squander,
Thru lifetime’s ravages
Of reality faced imaging!
In imagining, imaging image
- of destined to be -
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
March 19, 2021
Imagery - Private & Public ...
Music – Elegant Bossa Nova Jazz
Audio recital - by the author ...
I am curiously held aware,
Being conscious of converse
That it’s natural to beware,
In an age amorally perverse
Where humankind despairs,
Of conversations so adverse
Suggesting interest to be fair,
Yet holds intent to be averse…
Tho it be of and by myself
I fancied be a person free,
That which finds dominate
A better part of early me,
That ideates a perfect fate
To fill the emptiness I see,
In dreams imaging awake
Conversely so I want to flee…
A time knew of not be fast
Nor forcing to make haste,
Or find way to further last
In concert with moral taste,
Whose worth wouldst cast
The value of contented state,
While forgetting not the past
To help shape avert mistakes,
In conversations that will task
Beyond with me, myself and I!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Recalled issues of, me, myself and I …
written in Sweetsburg
February 3, 2018
Pictures – Private Collection …
Music – Excerpt Jazz Concert by Stan Getz & Chet Baker …
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
Listen to audio
There are traces
From prior times,
Of distant faces
Etched on my mind,
That stay forever
Hence so adorn,
A place of musing
Where past ground,
Be worth pursuing
Tho but a semblance,
Might now be found…
As memories falter
Thus in mind’s eye,
Imaginings alter
And fall beyond,
Familiar places
Of aging optimism,
In mature zeal
Be timeless isms,
Scarcely notes real
With fading traces,
Of now distant faces…
Tho wishful thinking
Could yet show trace,
That offers an inkling
Alludes to per chance,
A faint hint of passing
Mightn’t ye remember,
Enough of such places
May outlive December,
Has ye find the more,
Of now held distant faces!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Ode to Hilary, Natalie and Wayne, old friends!
Mural - by artist Claude Theberge ...
Faces - Personal & private collection ...
Music - Excerpt of, Night Jazz, by Chet Baker ...
They walk alone On crowded streets, These vacant beings Suffering defeat, Trudging on feelings Found bittersweet, Despite bewilderment Held negated souls, In constant lament For the cadence holds, The bulk of a life spent On their weary feet, As human refuse On a deathly beat, Who seek refuge In a mingy world replete… Routed in despair Most lay in wait, For their decay To transfer hells, While with false hope These human shells, Pray fate awakes Would thus impel, And so reach out Hence fore too late, When they’ll arrived At fated final hell, Yet so to walk alone Thus in a faceless world! A nudge on today’s world... © Jean-Jacques Fournier November 2, 2020 Pictures – public/ private collection... Music – excerpt of Alone Together, by Chet Baker...
‘Tis a fitting guise
A hyphenated world,
Of hyphenated people
Barely joined together,
By shortest of lines
Save in desperate times,
If but to stay alive
Until next apprise,
Holds indefinite man
If he is to survive,
Until discord subsides
Tho wanting to encage
He’ll once more fractionize,
By manipulating stage…
In a language to divide
That largely means create
A hyphenated bide,
Trusted so to populate
Heedless of unwise,
Words fixed to engage
By language brigade,
Who spreads confusion
Among the lesser wise,
Maximize demand
To maintain disguise,
Of the hyphenated men
Who power world divides!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
The Journey starts
Tho soon too fast,
And way off chart
Predestined cast,
Scarce one recalls
What life is to last,
The span of its all
Save less ye forget,
Said be our lifeline
This nascence day,
Thus a minute past
Had found its way,
A birth ye may ask,
As it came together
Seeks its short stay,
In echo of ones other…
Life soon will wither
While none to waste
Pardon my rancour,
Of they who crowd
Or find to anchor,
On my fleeting pace
With so little living,
I reason make haste…
With hint to soon rest,
Lying neath memories
Of its life’s alleged fest,
My back to its epitaph
For all who have been,
Knew well to find daft
Held implied as a lifetime,
Denies life is but a minute!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Music, One Minute Waltz, (1847) Fryderyk Chopin
Poetry on a canapé 