– by the way home –
Le Pont du Diable… The Devil’s Bridge… Fr.
– by the way home –
I’ve long roamed
Where gods play,
Enchanting Rome
To Tuscany’s day,
By the way home...
I hold the memory
Of insistent places,
Has ye transformed
Afore its life passes,
Find a bridge known,
As by the way home!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg October 31, 2021 edit November 20, 2022 Imagery - Photo by Marianne Dessis
– in morrow’s space –
A Face
Tho near impossible to climb Finding the image of her face, That meant will form in time A face, be from an awry place, Has thus but aging to define To hold in morrow’s space, For a visage fixed sublime Be set as tho a part effaced, In a façade in need to find Be of memory ye do prize, With its recall of total bind Thus, so more than surmised, From a failed god’s ambuscade Who’d long forgotten to be wise, Till such shenanigans he displayed, To a face in morrows’ space implied Yet not his play, tho but of nature’s say!
Imaging mans’ unconsciousness toward reality...
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Image - Wikimedia Commons ... Music - Weekend Jazz, no artist names ... Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier ... https://www.facebook.com/100011435760626/videos/836685244048319/
Written in Sweetsburg
November 17, 2022
– in shadows dark –
– shadows dark –
Be hollows stark Painting a mind, In shadows dark To survive time, Be need of world Best ne’er blind, As creatures we Given short line, Expecting future Soon fades offline, Will want a tutor For make believe, Set as fake humans Be computer achieved, Save a life’s meagre race Holds no reason to grieve, With compos mentis in place Ye ought find painting a mind Seeks not dark shadows embrace!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier written in Sweetsburg April 23, 2022
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons… Music – Diane by Chet Baker… Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier…
– to what’s his name –
Whatever Happened
- to what’s his name -
Tells of a social game, In whatever happened Be to what’s his name, Or view face of whom As recall slowly came, Via beacon so illumed For its curiosity’s aim, That might’ve implied See to be but so and so, May hold a worthy ply Save ‘tis another trope Put to what’s his name!
Ode to the face of reality… © Jean-Jacques Fournier Imagery - personal & Wikimedia Commons Music – excerpt of Debussy, Chopin, Satie Audio – Recital, Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
March 3, 2022
May not as ere see That one may find, An image wants be Past life fixed time, And beyond destiny Said annals defined, For no matter the plea The gods remain blind, To fate's hold ye not flee!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
final October 5, 2021
Excerpt of image by Stiller Beobachter
from Ansbach, Germany
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
Imagery - by MD
Music - New York Jazz, Classics...
Audio recital - Jean-Jacques Fournier
– from here to there –
Getting nowhere In particular, Holds baby bare Not yet articular, From here to there Out of the picture, Be on the run In quest of a live future! ode to neglectful man lost...
Music - Excerpt of Johann Sebastian Bach, prelude-no-1-in-c major... Audio - Recital, by Jean-Jacques Fournier ... Imagery - Assorted, personal & public ...
© Jean-Jacques Fournier July 30, 2021
– be notions of life –
Blunder, Bar and Bond
– be notions of life -Blunder
Blunder
Plagued we are
By yet another,
Held gone too far
Be trying blunder,
Tho per chance par
There ne’er be other!
Bar By raising the bar To reset your goal, You exceed by far A weakening hold That could so mar, A bid to live whole!
Bond Incline assume The gods so tend, Bonds we groom May bear a friend, With they in whom Affection finds send, A life ye want to bloom!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Written in Sweetsburg, May 26, 2021
Images - private MD Photo Images ...
Music - excerpt - of Promised Land...
Audio - recital - Jean-Jacques Fournier...
The journey starts
Tho moves so fast,
Seems off the chart
As conjectural cast,
Life means impart
On a short tenure,
Found is my part
In fates September,
As I a minute ark,
Will soon surrender
Seen ephemeral part,
May hold remember
A diminutive minute,
Mans unwitting enter
That is to be ones life…
As life be but a minute
Do pardon my rancour,
If you crowd my space
I am short of candour,
As be no time to waste
Nor room for squander,
So I’ve cause to make haste…
In the wake of all to die
As will prized September,
When reality need not hide
Find ye peace in fall’s slumber,
And the minute to live described
Thus as said of life, be but a minute!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Imagery, symbolic of depicting life…
Music, Miles Davis Ascenseur pour l’échafaud…
Wrote for audio, in Sweetsburg August 14, 2020…
Listen to audioI want not to forget
Fail having tried,
Or simply accept
I’ve reason to regret,
Mindful so I could
Be able to affect,
Without need to try
As if I could deny,
Our love grew beyond
You being easy on the eye…
I wanted to recall,
The times you tried
Offering your all,
And I too blind to see
Might’ve realized,
You so needed me,
As I you even more
Tho the gift offered,
I ne’er realized before
Had always been of you …
Doesn’t tax one’s memory
To recall there’d been many,
But none the worth, if any
Yet didn’t know enough
I’d the gift of you to hold,
But only now can tell
When grown wiser old,
While you, now too long gone
Be the gift, for someone else to hold!
written in Grasse France
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a Canapé 