– 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
He sits to face
Across the table,
An empty space
Tho hardly able,
From time ago
The chair since bare,
Remains aglow,
To still reflect
The face he loved,
There upon the glass
Of a pale rosé…
Each forlorn day
In vain he stares,
With musing’s say
One can near feel
Her presence there,
His mind will trace
Upon that empty chair,
A memory of her face
That will not part
That special place,
Fixed in his heart…
Alas the man
Said of two glasses,
Sits so to face
As time so passes,
That empty space
He for a moment dwells,
On a memory only he can tell!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
remembering the sadness of an habitué,
chez Lou Fassum’s grand dining,
on la Côte dAzur, France …
Photography by Marianne Dessis … Music, Smoldering, by Kai Engel
Butterfly, butterfly
Leisurely floating
Dressing the sky,
Fitfully dancing
Shifted by currents
In breezes on high,
Ever so pleasing
You thus advent
Gently trapezing,
Yet softly you fly…
Butterfly, butterfly
Fluttering bye
Your beauty defies,
Wonder exemplified
On wings so grand,
And of such splendour
To make rainbows pale,
In light of your colours…
Butterfly, butterfly
When summer is low
Too soon you must go,
So where will you fly
To bring life elsewhere,
That offers but sorrow
When you leave our sky,
Butterfly, butterfly
Alas but oh why,
Must your beauty then die!
written in Grasse, Fr. July 18, 2005
edited in Sweetsburg, Ca. May 31, 2020
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
A Butterfly ode to they who diligently
work to prevent the extinction of
fellow creature, the Lepidoptera…
Poetry on a Canapé 