– in final phase –
-in final phase –
A face now deeply lined,
Even shade will not pale
To lessen relentless time,
Praying on it being frail
With an unrelenting seep,
Begs fix like clefts in haze
To delay degenerating creep,
While be, a face in final phase!
Ode to a faceless reality...
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Imaging - Wikimedia Commons Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier Music – excerpt of Skylark, by Chet Baker
Will in time Knit façade, Like a mask For the mind, Blinds fate past!
Seem out of place Fate’s shades of time, Too soon effaced A once upon sublime, Find lost in waist Humanity’s sad define, Tho truth known Rashly yours and mine!
– adjudged end unknown –
As I recall now, Of early dawn The gods avow, Scant paragon Be held to end, As I grow wise Find so intend, To forever thrive, In minds eye norm Be of fates trickeries, Adjudged end unknown!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier All 3 poems, abridged for short version, written in Sweetsburg July 10, 2021 Music - Maurice Ravel, Excerpt of Sonatine 1 Imagery - Private & public Audio Recital - Jean-Jacques Fournier
Now but afternoon In lifetime destiny, Be forever too soon For morrow apathy, Ye’d aspire for room To ignore life’s brevity, Thus minimize its gloom That seeks invade our sanity!
A reflection on life ever fleeting,
in the wake of an adversary,
known as annual anniversary…
© Jean-Jacques Fournier V2 written in Sweetsburg June 12, 2021 Music - Funeral, by Zurida Imagery - Wikimedia Commons Audio Recital – Jean-Jacques Fournier
– the poem –
We now have a world
Fixed as a solace trap,
Well hidden in disguise
Its flow of pollution sap,
Be default of awareness
For humans’ endurance,
Of distribution overload
In a lethargic sufferance,
The while its viewed extent
Be our deteriorating sanity,
By the hands of greedy bent
Of indifferent mental apathy,
Is overloading man’s capacity!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Ode to a long-time friend, Dr. Michel Gagnon …
Pictures – Private & Public collection …
Music – Excerpt of, If I should Lose You , by Chet Baker …
written in Sweetsburg
December 4, 2020
Mindful, be unforeseen
That memories will fail,
Hopeful not to extreme
For fear of minds derail,
In a posit made sombre
Thus be forever fraught,
From a lapse of memory
Errant as to be brought,
By its narrated stumble
Be of words gone awash,
Has one in a new bubble
Giving notions to curse,
Aired not as a mumble
Views now but adverse,
Left to exist in a jumble...
‘Tis sad state of decline
All the while you watch,
Feel its thought melting
As a reoccurred botch,
That a word will mend
Holds cause be reborn,
Extant failure finds end
Tho ye suffer self scorn,
Despite held to append...
Whilst pained to so find
An apprise of words lost,
Tells of old fails conveyed
Wants inadvertency tossed!
ode to over worked minds...
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
November 23, 2020
Pictures - Personal & Public Collection...
Music - Stone, by Hara Noda
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
Now but afternoon
In a lifetime destiny,
Whenever too soon
A morrow’s apathy,
Be angling the room
Ignoring life’s brevity,
Indifferent to gloom
Invading one’s sanity!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
A reflection on life, ever fleeting…
In the wake of an adversary,
also known as annual anniversary…
Music – Funral, by Zurida
Pictures – Personal collection
written in Sweetsburg
September 1, 2020
Holds reason wonder,
About the others
Who first arrived,
And now held under,
Tho manage to survive,
While on the surface
The more materialize,
Layer upon layer
The scale expands,
Thus be no error
They find hold hands,
Supporting each other
To bear the strain,
Makes need to shoulder
Until snowflakes turn to rain…
A snowflake
At the bottom lies,
Hence be others
That too will smother,
Yet given druthers
Reach to save those left,
Spared not of shelter
From mans foulness,
However not in vain
As natures fate egresses,
Destined suffer it’s to blame
Alas until snowflakes turn to rain!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Music – Winter Night Jazz , BGM…
Photos – Personal collection …
Time played us so
Carefree of puerile,
As though forever
We’d live the while,
In wishful rainbows
That so beguiled,
Till hint of shadow
When of a sudden,
We’re cast adrift
Of childhood days,
Denied of sandboxes
Thus to find our way…
Now adult vision
Edges to fashion,
Of chance choices
In unlike passions,
Be soon worn thin
Held best assume,
Find remote whim
Of wearisome spins…
Yet period plagues
With insipid wishes,
And easy daydreams
Of undying rainbows,
In sandbox dwellings!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
o.v. 1st written Summer of 1983, in LA, California
Painting, Children playing in a sandbox by James Le Jeune
Music, Kevin MacLeod – Incompetech Air Prelude #15
Listen to audio– tit for tat –
He wore the hat
To dress his head,
Tho tit for tat
And so with dread,
He wares it now
Hides pilus dead,
Or gone so thin,
It fails be coaxed
To grow back in,
Thus pate regrets
That bushy hair,
Of peacock fame
Beyond repair,
Held chose delimit
Its germinal game,
Evokes sad memory
Of his lamented mane!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a Canapé 