The Look

        – of a forlorn smile –

Flora Priestley Lamplight, by John Singer Sargent

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The Look

– of a forlorn smile –

I picture the look
Of a beguiled face,
That wants to brook 
Find an affable place,
For the very long while
Hence want not lose pace,
Nor to misplace found smile
Tho all gods shan’t pay grace,
When irrelevant be man’s guile 
Who wouldst try calm sadly face,
With the tacit mind, of a forlorn smile!

                                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier


Imagery - Amedeo Modigliani & John Singer Sargent
Music – If I Should You – by Chet Baker
Audio – Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                          written in Sweetsburg

                                              January 18, 2022

                                                         

“ Body In Motion ” – a composition –

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“ Body In Motion ”

                        – a composition –

I watch beguiled

The body move,

At mesmeric pace

In perfect groove,

Be the beauty

Of her grace,

A striking figure

Neath satin skin,

Of golden colour

Rippling so within,

Be sensual power

Tautly glistening,

As her steps tower

Ever provoking,

A terpsichore

Held of a dance,

That undulates

And counteracts,

To elongate

A composition,

Finds articulate

As body in motion,

Wants speak of life…

Hence as she soars

Like the god of Jove,

Wouldst thus express

The splendour she wove,     

In that alluring motility

Said be her body in motion!

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Photo, excerpt of Body In Motion, by Tono Stano…

 Line Drawings, excerpts – by my daughter, Nicole Fournier…

Eco – Performance Artist…

Music – exerpt of Body and Soul, by Woody Herman…

“ Solitude ” – be coexistence –

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“ Solitude ”

               – be coexistence –

Moot be strife

In solitude,

A carve of life

That negates

Platitudes,

Be coexistence

With oneself,

A quiet distance

Gives credence,

To relinquishing

A social imitate,

Finding release

From conformity,

For a timely taste

Of anonymity,

Said tranquil pace

Of held composure,

Be worth reaching

Without disclosure,

Tho cause to choose

A further exposure,

Save less so bemused,

One opts to visit solitude!

© Jean-Jacques Fournier

Music – In My Solitude, by Duke Ellington’s

“ Morrows ” ~ at whirlwind pace ~

On a lifespan face,

As morrows crowd

Disturbingly close,

You see days burn

At whirlwind pace,

Giving scarce time

To warm a place,

By short day’s end,

For a night’s embrace!

“ With Morrows ” ~ crowding close ~

 

At lifespan pace,

With morrows

Crowding close,

The days so burn

There’s barely light,

Afore I’m to adjourn

From yet in sight,

While I urge to find,

Time left to see the night!

 

“ Ebbing Morrows ” ~ soon too few ~

 

In this life’s space

Ebbing morrows

Be soon too few,

For day’s burn pace

Gives barely time,

To thus reach live

Your share to find,

Afore night is effaced!

 

 

“ Morrows ” ~ ever nearer ~

 

Should you doubt

Life’s fleeting pace,

I’ll set you right

On lifespan’s face,

The days that burn

With barely time

To see the night,

Or a full term

Of this life’s race,

Save ye borrow

Someone’s turn

Afore the morrow,

Less fate means play

A slice of mirth,

And chose instead

A bed of earth,

Be untimely stead

Tells best not dwell,

On wasteful notions

While ever nearer be,

Those waiting morrows!

 

 

 

“ Time In Haste ” ~ wants waste ~

 

If I could

Slow the pace

Of time,

Suffers my mind

Its haste,

Said to be life

A race

I seek abbreviate, 

For too soon here

Be cause of fear,

Wants waste

Afore I’d had

My full fair taste!