“ Of A Horse ” ~ in the rain ~

I ponder the lot

Of a horse,

Who has caught

Endless days

In the rain,

How he must feel

To suffer its bane,

As he ingests grass

In meadows too wet,

That verges morass

Nature chose beset,

On pasture he links

To life giving fests,

While hunger persists

Thus imaged bethinks

In this life he submits,

Fails to be in the pink!

                                                        ode to friends Michèle & Thomas

                                                                  the ultimate horse lovers

© Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

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“ A Joy ” ~ imagined ~

A joy extant infers
Fate lets attain,
I find imagine
What ought contain,
Stuff be of dreams
Imaging the silken,
Rather than lined
In matters coarse,
Though often times
Joy be dark horse,
To masquerade
Masked as a rose,
In joyless shade,
Wanting not impose…

Yet be this joy
Illusion’s dope,
Thirsting to enjoy
We live in hope,
Yet sadly fantasize
In musings empty,
Waiting joy incites
A moment of delight
To more than but survive!

A memory of a younger man’s, search…

                                                               for my friend Paulette  
                                                                  translation of my OFV, La Joie ~ imaginée ~