Painting A Mind

               – in shadows dark –

Johann Robert Schürch – Clown, 1921
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Be hollows stark
Painting a mind,
In shadows dark 
To survive time,
Be need of world
Best ne’er blind,
As creatures we
Given short line,
Expecting future
Soon fades offline,
Will want a tutor 
For make believe,
Set as fake humans
Be computers achieve,
Save a life’s meagre race
Holds no reason to grieve,
With compos mentis in place
Ye ought find painting a mind
Seeks no dark shadows embrace!


		     © Jean-Jacques Fournier

	                                          written in Sweetsburg				
			                       April 23, 2022
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons…
Music – Diane by Chet Baker…
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier…

People

      – in last resort –

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People

      – in last resort –

It’s about space
As tho one’s life,
Be without waste 
Nor cause of strife, 
Wants but embrace
Fate’s meagre slice,
For disparaged people
Of need more than twice,
Found arrive in last resort
Assume realize its paradise,
Tho to find not be meant retort
But for people with a pair of dice,
Do for good or bad, end in last resort!


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Music - Chet Baker – excerpt, of Alone Together…
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier…
                                              © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                         written in Sweetsburg
                                                                              February 18, 2022

Alive at Stake

          – in futile haste –

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Alive at Stake

 – in futile haste –

It ought count
Tho ye be late,
By the amount
We deliberate,
Given account
In futile haste,
Of tantamount
To a gale waste,
And life be cast
As to expediate,
The useless sass 
Need find erase,
Fixes mind blur 
Till ye learn way,
Set plan deferred  
Wants obviate play,
The while alive at stake
Realizes ne’er too late,
To preclude futile haste!


                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Imagery - Wikimedia Commons ...
Music – excerpt of Bach - Toccata & Fugue
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier ...



				                  written in Sweetsburg
					              January 14, 2022
					        edited February 1, 2022

A Craggy Shell

            – begs not dispel –

How can one tell
If still of need,
Man’s craggy shell
Near gone to seed, 
Suggests farewell
And denies plead,
Begs not dispel 
The while he lives,
May find to dwell
Where soul outlives,
Said craggy shell
Tho mayn’t forgive,
Portends bordering hell!
						     written in Sweetsburg
						  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Validating – an aging mind –

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 Validating 
            - an aging mind - 

 From apropos 
 to ye ought know,
 would that we find
 the how to slow,
 an aging mind... 

 Yet far from reign
 these gods that play,
 our heads in game 
 be mindless way,
 need feign shame
 from apropos,
 to ye ought know
 afore ‘tis time,
 Too soon will show!     

                       A mindful raison d’être...
            © Jean-Jacques Fournier    
                                                                    
 Audio recital – by the author...
 Music - Almost Blue, by Chet Baker...
 Imagery – Private & Public ...
  
                           written in Sweetsburg    
                                      February 25, 2021 

                       

                                  

“ The Gift ” – of you – revisited

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“ The Gift ”

                 – of you –

I want not to forget

Fail having tried,

Or simply accept

I’ve reason to regret,

Mindful so I could

Be able to affect,

Without need to try

As if I could deny,

Our love grew beyond

You being easy on the eye…

 

I wanted to recall,

The times you tried

Offering your all,

And I too blind to see

Might’ve realized,

You so needed me,

As I you even more

Tho the gift offered,

I ne’er realized before

Had always been of you …

 

Doesn’t tax one’s memory

To recall there’d been many,

But none the worth, if any

Yet didn’t know enough

I’d the gift of you to hold,

But only now can tell

When grown wiser old,

While you, now too long gone

Be the gift, for someone else to hold!

 

written in Grasse France           

                                                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

” The Way Home ” – looking for the road –

Just to let you know that I have been honoured by Francina of Poetry and Art, who a few days ago, published my poem ‘The Way Home’ on her post…
https://seasonspoetry.wordpress.com/…/the-way-home-by-jean…/

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” The Way Home “

            – looking for the road –

I’d moved on

For reasons vague,

Like vision fades

For bygone days,

Where but a trace

Of puerile dreams,

For untried place

Fashioned a need,

That time in wait

Might so achieve,

An understanding

Not yet discovered,

Wants one explore

Afore life quenches

That thirst to roam,

Till years suggest

Look for the road,

Leads the way home!

                                                                written in Sweetsburg

                                                              © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                        June 27, 2014

 

“ A Place ” ~ in the sun ~

 

One lives in need

Of a place,

Held be in the sun

For its life giving face,

Tho risks of burn

In sun’s solar run,

We mightn’t discern,

Its perilous pace

Has us suffer pain,

Sparing no place

In spite of the rains,

He’ll find to embrace

Any ones face

Who dares overstay,

For sun, will have its way!

“ The Gift ” ~ of you ~

I want not forget

Fail having tried,

Or simply accept

I chose regret,

Mindful that I could

Rather than affect,

Without need to try

As tho I could deny,

You be easy on the eye…

 

I need recall

The times you tried

Offering your all,

I too blind to see

You needed me,

As I you even more

I might’ve realized

The gift you offered,

I hadn’t known before…

 

Doesn’t tax a memory,

To recall the many

And none as worth if any,

Yet didn’t know enough

I had this gift to hold,

But only now can tell

When I am wiser old,

And you’re now gone,

A gift for someone else to hold!