Not a Cicada’s Kiss

in said tinnitus –

Not a Cicada’s Kiss

– 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

The Sounds

  – of nature –

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I can remember
Hearing the sounds,
Till late September
Most to be found,
Echoes near all
Held us spellbound,
Yet soon to recall 
To be put aground,
For shy of enthrall  
Be mans contrives,
Wouldst thus anoint
With noise devised,
Beyond human point
To render us deaf,
He’d fashion disjoint
What life has left,
Of the lullaby sounds
Once natural to nature!  

                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier


            
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			                written in Sweetsburg
			                        June 7, 2021


The Interruption – of a restless sleep –

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The Interruption
       - of a restless sleep -
 Mind
  
 Wouldst plan,
 View holds 
 As theories can,
 If but an inkling
 Of purpose stands,
 To not be tinkering
 As world needs find,
 Collective peace of mind!  
 Running
  
 Running me
 To death,
 Afore finding 
 I had depth,
 Not as in seriatim 
 Seeking breadth,
 But to want done
 As a living objective,
 Despite our meagre run! 
 OverTime
  
 Then over time
 You meet death,
 Sits on the wings
 Of your breath,
 Thus never late
 Fate’s wily net,
 Finds confiscate
 A bit of life you’ve left! 

                           © Jean-Jacques Fournier
  
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 Music – Piano Jazz, a study...
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 written in Sweetsburg  
February 7, 2021 

“ Fixing Now ” ~ to look at what I see ~

 

I’ve looked back

At my surrounds,

And growing years

Hence to feel bound,

Need look again

As seems back then,

I’ve thin account

Of beauty all about

As though allure

Had been left out,

Thru failed record

On matters worth

Meant to absorb,

Yet angst insists

Ne’er be too late,

Want fixing now

To look at what I see…

 

Who could have known best

What beauty life held see,

Without we knew thus to invest,

That made us look at what we see!

                                                                               ode to the in-depth beauty

                                                                                                of natures creativity!

 

“ Ageing ” ~ a mortal bane ~

The world beholds

A budding mind

Of adolescent bold,

Who soon finds

Psyche in a bind,

Needs mortally face

Youth be replaced,

To thus suffer

That nadir bath

On an ageing path,

The apathetic cold

In mortal bane hold…

 

No one be immune  

To this adverse tune,                                                                    

Of fated waste

Etching ones face,

Hence with resign

Aging so awaits

A fitting celebrate,

Where you may find

Me fashionably late!

“ A Little Girl ” ~ for so little time ~

A little girl tender,

For a short while

A singular child,

Gentle yet bold,

Till closing on old

Destines to unfold…

 

Ah little girl mine

For so little time,

How you so grow

Too fast to follow,

Harder to mind

You’ve need of cover

To suffer words hollow,

The while discover

A rather hard swallow,

From all who ill choose

Find need to express,

Their sorry dim views…

 

Alas till the day

Humans so face,

Need find the way

To wholly embrace,

Child whose fate

Be a tiny step late,

But stir our desire

For little girl child,

Whose but few words

Finds love that inspires!