Though we endure Time passing fast, Ne'er to be sure The while it lasts, We accept its lure Without we so ask, Be less than assured With time fixed mask, Holds a dupery‘s game Cast be of nebulous task! The gift of unapprised choices... © Jean-Jacques Fournier Paintings - Régmer, de LaTour, deBoulogne, Rourbouts & Caravaggio... Header Picture - Shutterstock ... Music - Brahms, Träumerei (MF-422) in I F minor... January 19, 2021
I grieve for time
Passing unseen,
Tho anxiously
I try to redeem,
An absurd task
Held be a dream,
Behind the mask
That only seems,
Assuage ones fear
Now less than keen,
When down the line
Reality finds clear,
That life left behind
Actualizes many years,
Yet neglected tell my mind
There’ll be life past the tears,
For obtuse squandered assign
Has me grieving, now ill timed!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
You now find
A need hide,
Where time
Sets disguise,
Be the mask
Fits façade,
Meant to hold
Live inside,
There to be bold
Reinventing
A fatiguing soul,
Best obscured
In the interim,
One ways discern
Thence half alive,
To suffer return
Eluding hell’s burn
In this interval bide,
Held be place to hide!
Be no place
Worldwide
One can hide,
When locked
In the eye,
Of a brother
Said big,
Cyber spy
To follow
We fellows,
Begs time
Knit façade,
Held a Mask
For my mind…
Fit disguise
Will so bide,
Gist of me
To stay free,
Camouflaged,
Need not flee
As privacy be,
Mine decides
I stand free!
Poetry on a canapé 