“ A Snowflake ” – at the bottom lies –

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“ A Snowflake ”

            – at the bottom lies –

Holds reason wonder,

About the others

Who first arrived,

And now held under,

Tho manage to survive,

While on the surface

The more materialize,

Layer upon layer

The scale expands,

Thus be no error

They find hold hands,

Supporting each other

To bear the strain,

Makes need to shoulder

Until snowflakes turn to rain…

 

A snowflake

At the bottom lies,

Hence be others

That too will smother,

Yet given druthers

Reach to save those left,

Spared not of shelter

From mans foulness,

However not in vain

As natures fate egresses,

Destined suffer it’s to blame

Alas until snowflakes turn to rain!

 

                                       © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                                                                                                                Music – Winter Night Jazz , BGM…

Photos – Personal collection …

“ The Sun ” ~ we’d thought forever ~

Why did man ignore

The decomposing shield,

Earth’s ozone door

From which behind

The sun inclines,

Till given chance

Will cook your mind,

And with more time

He’ll have you fried…

Where are the keepers

Of once perfect earth,

Deaf to despairing cries

For a world built on lies,

Conceived by profiteers

Forcing us to hide,

In shades of emptiness,

Soon to live in shadows

Too close to dark’s abyss,

Where man has lost face

And mankind has no place!

“ One Word ” ~ a picture ~

One word

Facilely said

Offhand,

Be a picture

Amid a thousand,

That describes

Of pain’s stead

What therein lies,

Though want tell

Of their chagrin,

They’ll hold inside!

“ Mindful ” ~ in my sleep ~

I’m mindful

In my sleep,

Though I know                                                                      

It’s not unique,

To thus recall

While part dead,

Afflicted all

Held as we sleep,

Be ones stead

Hence so to reap,                                         

What lies ahead!

“ A Picture ” ~ worth a thousand words ~

 

‘Tis often said,

A picture’s worth

A thousand words,

Thus so I ask

How many blurs

To satisfy an alibi,

That so spurs

But subjugated lies,

Proficiently told

Leaves no surprise,

Be composed so bold

Of a thousand lies,

Worth not a single word!