“ A Thought ” ~ I beg hold ~

On my mind

Be a thought

I beg hold,

Plead ought

Despite told,

Stated recall

Running cold,

As age’s gift

Aims uphold,

Its fated way

To so define,

A wary play

For its time,

Be a thought

In grey mind,

Slipping away

Denied bind,

Despite sway

Means to find,

Its abject guide,

That it may stay

As thought of worth ,

To indulge fading days!

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier



A Reclusive Being – in a despairing soul –


‘Twas a story above,

Composed per se

In false sense of love,

Though unwittingly so

As a reclusive being

In a despairing soul,

Sadly failed seeing

Might find indulge,

An impassioned role!

“ An Invisible Being ” ~ is a lonely soul ~

‘Twas a story above

A false sense of love,

Orchestrated per se

By one ne’er able,

To find so indulge

In a passionate way,

 This invisible being

Too cold to be told,

Fated be, but a lonely soul!


“ More Time ” ~ a growing thirst ~

I’ve ardent thirst

For time,

That grows

With passing days,

The more to taste

What I had failed

To so indulge,

All I did waste,

Knowing not later   

There’d be a day,

I would so thirst

For but a taste,

Of want more time!


“ Discovering ” ~ journey’s sum ~


I look to see

Who I’ve become,

Discovering shades

Of journey’s sum,

That led the way

Neath my old skin,

Thus so to find

Who I had been,

The while seduced

By fitful thoughts

Of indulgent sin,

Causing me seek

But one true friend

Who’d think to tell,

If I chose bold

He’d help set free,

To find my way

Passed current hell!