I am curiously held aware
Being conscious of converse,
That it’s natural to beware
In an age amorally perverse,
Where humankind despairs
Of conversations so adverse,
Suggesting interest to be fair
Yet holds intent to be averse…
Tho it be of and by myself
I fancied be a person free,
That which would dominate
The better part of early me,
Who’d ideate a perfect fate
To fill that emptiness I see,
In dreams imaging a wake
Conversely so I want to flee…
Be a time knew not of fast
Nor forcing to make haste,
Or find way to further last
In concert with moral taste,
Whose worth would so cast
The value of contented state,
While forgetting not the past
To help shape avert mistakes,
In conversations that will task
Beyond with me, myself and I!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a canapé 