Not a Cicada’s Kiss

– in said tinnitus –

– in said tinnitus –

There is a buzz
In said tinnitus,
Unknown cause
To seek litigious, 
For forceful kiss
Ye want to leave,
Its incessant hiss
That causes grieve, 
Won’t even pause
This vexing sound, 
Not a cicada’s kiss
One may’ve found,
In a summer’s bliss...

Be echoes of hell
Aims sibilant feel,
As wouldst a bell 
With endless peal,
And thus, can tell
A tintinnabulum,
Of alternate stead
Will find torment,
Ye wretched head,
Tho best decapitate 
If one foregoes too late,
Homopteran’s migrates 
In guise of a cicada’s kiss,
You’d realize be godless fate!

© Jean-Jacques Fournier

written in Sweetsburg

July 29, 2021

“ I Want To Tell ” – of things that sing –

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                                                             Photo, Marianne D

 

“ I Want To Tell ” – of things that sing –

 

I want to tell

Of time that brings,

In early spring

Of things that sing,

Restoring life

To summer brooks,

With twisting ripples

Through shady nooks…

 

I want to tell

Of stars that twinkle,

In your eyes

As you allow a smile,

 I want to tell

About the wind,

Plays in the trees

To kiss the leaves,

That flutter lightly

In a gentle breeze…

 

I want to tell

Of things on wings,

Held butterflies

Who decorate the skies,

Be of nature’s doing

Hence until they die…

 

I want to tell

Of bumblebees,

Bumbling leisurely

Where they please,

As summer plies

Its mellow zephyr,

Thus till fall requires

Nature’s dance defers…

 

I want to tell,

Of world defined

As a man made hell,

May spare a mind

That so wants tell,

With love to give

Thus so to bring,

That we find live

The while we cling,

To things that sing!                                                                      

                                                                       © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ Years Ahead ” ~ not an indifferent kiss ~

Years ahead to come

Ought give a choice,

More so than some

Rushed thru past life,

Without it lend a voice

To moderate the pace,

Blind so to fleeting time

Was forever on the run,

In its sad habitual chase

Of accepted rush to wait,

Living in a moribund way

As tho life be but sorry gift,

Akin to an indifferent kiss!

“ Yesteryears ” ~ shades of foggy grey ~

The image alters

To blur the scene

I effort reminisce,

Yet barely feel

Its familiar kiss,

Brush the mind

That finds to hear,

A voice given life

To what appears

Be now unclear,

Yet distinct enough

To witness thus,

Time’s cruel crags

Sculpt its regress,

Sufficient to recall

Days no longer near,

I’d so held dear,

While time alas chose

I’m to witness its decay,

Turn shades of foggy grey,

Where archives yesteryears!

“ Thin Skin ” ~ of time ~

Move on

It’s but one turn,

In your thin skin

Of time,

Make room

Tho you may think

You are immune,

With feelings young,

Enough to change

With each full moon…

 

Your nature

To take risk

Back then be fine,

When a near miss

Be akin to easy kiss, 

Save but life now

Holds near the winter

Of your seasons,

Calls for reason…

 

So think ahead

The while you find

To keep your head,                                              

For quite  likely

You’ve feelings

Of good stead,

Those left behind

Yet far from dead,          

Though well ahead,

Of held thin skin of time!

“ Forget Me ” ~ forget me not ~

 

Forget me not

While I am here,

Tho when I’m gone

Know I inclined

To be far more

Than but a figment

On your mind…

 

Forget me when

Any trace

Of an embrace,

Seems to vanish

In the hazy mist,

Of a  last kiss…

 

Forget me then

As so you must,

To thus so reason

I’m out of season,

But forget me not

For just a bit,          

That you find fit,

To deem recall

My once the while,

Repentant smile!