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“ The Little Red House ” – on the corner –

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“ The Little Red House ”  





                  – on the corner –






 The fairy tale picture
 Of its little red house,
 Sitting on the corner
 Sure lure for a mouse,
 Or little Jack Horner
 Ye find eating his pie,
 Holds be a reminder 
 The while we walk by,
 Tho soon we be older
 Can but wonder why,
 Be the little red house
 That sits on a corner,
 Seems ever so ageless
 Lends we reminisce,  
 Shoulder to shoulder
 Share memory’s bliss,
 Each day walking by
 As we pass the corner,
 Of that little red house! 





                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier       
  
 For Marie Bertrand, once her grandmother's actual house ... 






 Photos by MD & JJ        
 Music – If I Should Lose You, by Chet Baker ...
  
                                             written in Sweetsburg
                                                   January 6, 2021 





















			

			
						

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ Vertical Imbroglio ” – a shadow state –

	


		

		











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“ Vertical Imbroglio ”                                   





                 – a shadow state –     





I reach ahead





Haltingly so,





As I prepare





To step alas, 





Beyond length





It takes to pass,





A prior stride





Repairs behind,





In effort guide





A next in kind,





Repeats to bide,





Thus so I sense





May tend to slide,





As if said motion





Would so impair,





To suffer notions





Of a lost equilibrium… 





 















While tho awake,  





I envisage myself   





Inhabiting a place,                                 





Of vertical imbroglio  





As a shadow state,  





Steps be but echoes  





 In an outer mind   





Suggesting guise,  





We’re to accept  





Its bogus disguise,  





Tho manipulated   





By what’s left alive,  





 And still humanlike  





Despite emotive pries… 




















Hence be sagacious                                                                          





Attempt at realism,





Imbroglio’s shadow





State imaging façade,





Said of bemused reality,                                                                                





The while life’s demise   





Be destined irrevocably,                                                                                       





Tho holds mans laudable prize!










                © Jean-Jacques Fournier 
                         1st written in Grasse, France  2005
  
Paintings - by René Magritte ... 
 Audio’s music - exerpt of  Oblivion by Astor Piazzolla ... 










		
	
			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ Life’s Time ”  ~ left behind ~

	


		

		
In my life past,


I may have left


Some time pass,


Thus feel bereft


So precious be,


Its loss apes theft


Be sad discovery,


 One shan’t forget


Its careless waste,


Fills me with regret


For time left behind,


Thru foolish neglect


With risk ne’er find,


Be days edged lost


Has me resigned,


Demons tilt recall


Beg gives attention,


Save be offer small


Could ere well lead,


To one recovering all


With ostensible speed,


For it’s ne’er too late


To find time left behind!


 

			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ A Worried Mind ”  ~ despite ample tries ~

	


		

		


I haven’t time

For worried mind,

Nor am the type

To fuss about,

With niggling tripe

Gives in to doubt,

As would the sort

Just lets tarry

To state of dread,

Instead abort

Before you’re led,

Where devil bids

To worry your head…


Hence concern not

On things a pity,

One exercised

To pass the buck

Of responsibility,

Who’d but surmise

You’d find no cause,

To scrutinize

Anxiety’s worry,

Despite ample tries

Save trying wise,

Shun a worried mind!


				     – ode to whom ideate –