“ Grieving ” ~ time neglected ~

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

 

 

 

“ The Mask ” ~ a place to hide ~

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!

“ A Mask ” ~ for my mind ~

 

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!