Wanting

        – to know why –

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Wanting

– to know why –

Would it matter,
Wanting
To know why,
If one didn’t
Get an answer,
Having thought
To wonder,
Ought question
Mental wrought,
Find whether
Trouble ought,
Tho no longer
Above water,
While persists
Probe forever,
One considers  
Being clever,
Mightn’t ever 
Learn reply,
Wanting
To know why, 
Best be left
Without an answer!


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Music - excerpt of Debussy, Chopin, Satie (Piano Music)
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier


                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier 	
			                               written in Sweetsburg
			                                     April 17, 2022

Living Alive

        – worth for the while –

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Living Alive

        – worth for the while –

It takes a while 
To finely realize,
You’d been asleep 
Oblivious to alive, 
Whilst ye be replete
For an apposite revive,
Ought so find entreat
Be of worth for the while, 
Thus as acquiescent treat
Fixates so to be living alive!
	                 ode to still being alive…


                                            © Jean-Jacques Fournier 
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Excerpt of Chet Baker’s Time After Time
Audio - recital - by Jean-Jacques Fournier


				                  written in Sweetsburg
			                                 April 12, 2022
					 

“ A Thought ” ~ I beg hold ~

On my mind

Be a thought

I beg hold,

Plead ought

Despite told,

Stated recall

Running cold,

As age’s gift

Aims uphold,

Its fated way

To so define,

A wary play

For its time,

Be a thought

In grey mind,

Slipping away

Denied bind,

Despite sway

Means to find,

Its abject guide,

That it may stay

As thought of worth ,

To indulge fading days!

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ Years Ahead ” ~ not an indifferent kiss ~

Years ahead to come

Ought give a choice,

More so than some

Rushed thru past life,

Without it lend a voice

To moderate the pace,

Blind so to fleeting time

Was forever on the run,

In its sad habitual chase

Of accepted rush to wait,

Living in a moribund way

As tho life be but sorry gift,

Akin to an indifferent kiss!