Merited Spell

         – man can nay tell –

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Merited Spell
         - man can nay tell -

Man can nay tell
If life disregards,
Said merited spell
Save benign bard
Bids serene dwell
Despite ye regard,
That risk may well
Be placidly marred,
By set endured hell
Of invasive sounds,
Affirm be the knell
If ye maker ignores,
Beyond human intel
Ye having long past,
Find point of return
Will fix obtain cast,
Should merited spell 
Ne’er be meant to last,
Tho a man can nay tell!


                                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier 

Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music – excerpt by Chet Baker, of Alone Together
Audio – Jean-Jacques Fournier

				               written in Sweetsburg
					        March 27, 2022	

The Look

        – of a forlorn smile –

Flora Priestley Lamplight, by John Singer Sargent

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The Look

– of a forlorn smile –

I picture the look
Of a beguiled face,
That wants to brook 
Find an affable place,
For the very long while
Hence want not lose pace,
Nor to misplace found smile
Tho all gods shan’t pay grace,
When irrelevant be man’s guile 
Who wouldst try calm sadly face,
With the tacit mind, of a forlorn smile!
                                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier


Imagery - Amedeo Modigliani & John Singer Sargent
Music – If I Should You – by Chet Baker
Audio – Jean-Jacques Fournier




                                          written in Sweetsburg

                                              January 18, 2022

                                                         

                 


“ 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




“ My Septembers ” ~ for a time beguiled ~

It seems a long long while

Since my first September,

When I was but a child

With little to remember,

Would for a time beguile

What mind found render,

Bar be time on my hands

Allowed youth meander,

To later years September

Did too soon understand

A day there’ll be no other,

For life assured ill stands

Save to reach life closure,

Tho not too long the while

Measures a meagre stead,

From first steps to immobile

Held borders bland to dead,

Said be last of my Septembers!