An Image – wants be –

An Image

– wants be –

May not as ere see
That one may find,
An image wants be
Past life fixed time,
And beyond destiny
Said annals defined,
For no matter the plea
The gods remain blind,
To fate's hold ye not flee!

© Jean-Jacques Fournier

                      written in Sweetsburg
                            final October 5, 2021


            Excerpt of image by Stiller Beobachter 
                                         from Ansbach, Germany

               

                                                                   

Thumbs Up

– a gladiators’ Rome-

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Thumbs Up

      – a gladiators’ Rome –

Held be thumbs up

Meant slaves bade,

A grant of life just

Tho short accolade,

Spares ye as lion sup

Feast so on gladiator,

Or as gladiatrix lust

Would a thumbs down,

Send we to an early grave

Assures one’s final round,

Will realize time’s fated age

Chose whisper of deaths await,

Faint yet by an abjured persuade

As the obscured days of old did rate,

Reminiscent so of a gladiators’ Rome!

          This gesture has its roots, 
                          in the days of Caesar,
                                  be then gladiators’ Roma...
Audio - Recital, by Jean-Jacques Fournier
Music - Rise of the Phoenix, proudmusiclirrary.com 
Imagery – Assorted Private & Public


written in Sweetsburg
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
August 28, 2021

A Morrow – too soon –

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A Morrow

– too soon –

Now but afternoon
In lifetime destiny,
Be forever too soon
For morrow apathy,
Ye’d aspire for room
To ignore life’s brevity,
Thus minimize its gloom
That seeks invade our sanity!
		A reflection on life ever fleeting, 
                          in the wake of an adversary,
	                        known as annual anniversary… 
                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier

V2 written in Sweetsburg 
June 12, 2021

Music - Funeral, by Zurida
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Audio Recital – Jean-Jacques Fournier

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


            
Images - Marianne Dessis ...
Music – Adagio Albinoni ...
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier ...

			                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
  
 Imagery - Personal and Public ...
 Music – Piano Jazz, a study...
 Audio - Recital – Jean-Jacques Fournier

 written in Sweetsburg  
February 7, 2021 

“ The Art of Aging ” – man’s eschatology –

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“ The Art of Aging ”

            – man’s eschatology –

 
  
 Age has you feel
 The consequence,
 Of thinned conceal 
 By a starved brush,
 Upon your person
 Wants but to instil
 A sense of rush,
 The while reward
 Be to lay shades,
 In wisdom’s colours
 On its aging canvas
 Begs innate candour... 


 Thus so you know
 Life lends redress,
 To shadowed greys
 Of life’s excesses, 
 Will shape in part
 What age expresses... 


 Hence of bold lines
 Carved so by time, 
 Some even apropos 
 Meant not unkind, 
 To one’s tableaux 
 That age defines,                      
 While time directs
 You suffer decline, 
 Yet holds respect 
 For the art of aging, 
 Alas be man’s eschatology!         
 © Jean-Jacques Fournier  
  
 Ode to a long-time dear friend, Louise Fleischmann ...

 Imagery - Private & Public
 Music - Excerpt of Tomasso Albinoni - Adagio, in G minor... 

“ They Walk Alone ” in a faceless world –

                  

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“ They Walk Alone ”

             – in a faceless world –                

 They walk alone
 On crowded streets,
 These vacant beings 
 Suffering defeat,
 Trudging on feelings
 Found bittersweet,
 Despite bewilderment
 Held negated souls,
 In constant lament 
 For the cadence holds,
 The bulk of a life spent
 On their weary feet,
 As human refuse 
 On a deathly beat, 
 Who seek refuge
 In a mingy world replete…  

 Routed in despair
 Most lay in wait,
 For their decay
 To transfer hells, 
 While with false hope
 These human shells, 
 Pray fate awakes
 Would thus impel,
 And so reach out       
 Hence fore too late,                                                                                 
 When they’ll arrived
 At fated final hell,                                                     
 Yet so to walk alone
 Thus in a faceless world!   

                 A nudge on today’s world...

© Jean-Jacques Fournier  
November 2, 2020 
    
 Pictures – public/ private collection...
 Music – excerpt of Alone Together, by Chet Baker...  

“ Reaching ” – the edge, of life’s design –

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“ Reaching ”

  – the edge, of life’s design –

        

I’ve journeyed    
Far and long,
At times hurried
Thus to prolong,
That meagre stay
Palpably foregone,
A notable evidence
Recall diminishes,
By limited passage
Thru hazy distances
Now on the ledge,
Blurring defines
Life may allege,
Tho be insistent
Prays on a mind,
To suffer existence
In dwindling time,
Tho but an instant
By recall’s decline,
Reaching the edge
Of life’s design,
Fate shan’t pledge
Be shadows assign,
To offer life hedge
On finale it deigns,
Past illusion held fast
As image perceived disappears,
In the dusk of a lifespan once cast!  

  
              © Jean-Jacques Fournier 
    
                  written in Sweetsburg
                                 October 25, 2020
 
Imagery – MD & private collection –
Music - excerpt from Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade op.35




“ Where The Lost Abound ” – desperate to be whole –

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“ Where The Lost Abound ”

                      – desperate to be whole –

In small cafes,

I sat around

Watching arrays

Of lost abound,

There but to play

Said morose lives,

That slip away

With wary anguish…





I linger here

To write of life,

That so abounds

In abysmal strife,

Till muse absconds

Urge to describe,

Their sad parade

In a despondency

That blurs its find,

Yet when about

To write the line,

Their faces fade                                                                                      

 As tho I’m blind…





So as I glimpse

This pot-pourri,

A mere semblance

Of the reality I see,

In a poor writ play

Of wretched beings,  

Moving mindlessly

Looking for a soul,                      

As they move round, 

Desperate to be whole

Thru that turbulent sea,                                                                                     

Where the lost abound!

                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Music, Lazy Sunday- by Smooth Jazz

Pictures , MD and private collection


			

“ A Morrow ” – too soon –

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“ A Morrow ”

                – too soon –

Now but afternoon

In a lifetime destiny,

Whenever too soon

A morrow’s apathy,

Be angling the room

Ignoring life’s brevity,

Indifferent to gloom

Invading one’s sanity!

                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                        A reflection on life, ever fleeting…                   

                                     In the wake of an adversary,

                                     also known as annual anniversary…

Music – Funral, by Zurida

Pictures – Personal collection

                        written in Sweetsburg

                               September 1, 2020