“ A Joy ” – imagined –

Bonheur_Matisse

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Art, The Joy of Life, Henri Matisse

Music, Kai Engel, Cabetet

“ A Joy ”

      – imagined –

A joy extant infers

Fate lets attain,

I find imagine

What ought contain,

Stuff be of dreams

Imaging the silken,

Rather than lined

In matters coarse,

Though often times

Joy be dark horse,

To masquerade

Masked as a rose,

In joyless shade,

Wanting but dispose…

 

Yet be this joy

Illusion’s dope,

Thirsting to enjoy

We live in hope,

Yet sadly fantasize

In musings empty,

Waiting joy incites

A moment of delight

To more than but survive!

                        A young man’s search recalling joy…

                                                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ Being Perfect ” – within ones imperfections – revisited

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                                       SculptureSearching for Utopiaby Jan Fabre,

                                                                                Exhibition in Firenze, It. 2016

 

“ Being Perfect ”

                    – within ones imperfections –

                                                         – revisited –

There’s perfection

In my intent,

And high purpose

Of objectives,

Tho often I fail reach

Dedication I so seek,

That which heighten

Held pursuit

To avoid mediocrity,

Ever poised to posture

Over looming insufficiency…

Thus I struggle

To construct,

Words of import

As meritorious I must,

Apposed in a fashion

To inspire interaction,

Being perfect my resolve,

Like a more inspired fellow

May find within ones imperfections!

 

                                    written in Grasse, Fr.

                                                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Of The Children ”~ be life’s lot ~

Who are these children

Man recognized not,

Though too be then

But a child fraught,

As adult apprized

More often forgot,

When the more wise

Yet forever the child,

None the less be life’s lot!

                                                                 for my friend Hülya N Yılmaz

 

“ The Crow ” ~ that was ~

I am the crow

That was before,

Now made to go

For a last chore,

To find the place

Where I’m to lie,

As will old crows

When time to die,

The while remember

I am the crow,

Who with its caw

Be crow you saw,

Meant let you know

Hunger weren’t lore

Nor presence to ignore,

Tho now be just a crow

That is alas no more!