– by the way home –
Le Pont du Diable… The Devil’s Bridge… Fr.
– by the way home –
I’ve long roamed
Where gods play,
Enchanting Rome
To Tuscany’s day,
By the way home...
I hold the memory
Of insistent places,
Has ye transformed
Afore its life passes,
Find a bridge known,
As by the way home!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg October 31, 2021 edit November 20, 2022 Imagery - Photo by Marianne Dessis
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There are traces
From prior times,
Of distant faces
Etched on my mind,
That stay forever
Hence so adorn,
A place of musing
Where past ground,
Be worth pursuing
Tho but a semblance,
Might now be found…
As memories falter
Thus in mind’s eye,
Imaginings alter
And fall beyond,
Familiar places
Of aging optimism,
In mature zeal
Be timeless isms,
Scarcely notes real
With fading traces,
Of now distant faces…
Tho wishful thinking
Could yet show trace,
That offers an inkling
Alludes to per chance,
A faint hint of passing
Mightn’t ye remember,
Enough of such places
May outlive December,
Has ye find the more,
Of now held distant faces!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Ode to Hilary, Natalie and Wayne, old friends!
Mural - by artist Claude Theberge ...
Faces - Personal & private collection ...
Music - Excerpt of, Night Jazz, by Chet Baker ...
I see faces
In all places,
That be sad
Virulent cases,
At risk clad
Be complacent,
Soon but mad
Past indifferent,
Of no matter
Part of current,
Fitting this façade…
Empty faces
That be traceless,
Yet embraces
Find expression,
As in a painting
Of a landscape,
Speaks despair
Rather tainted,
Tho not quite bare…
Be mortal faces
Seeking refuge,
From raw places
Found in refuse,
A world so faces
In human deluge,
Held insensate
Of fellow sapiens,
They just people
Failed by bane,
Seek seen real
Despite blame,
Of slanted feel
Said man extant,
Made world surreal
Bent be he an unrepentant!
ode to fellow beings of virulent woes…
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Art, by Picasso, Modigliani, Odilon Redon,
Jheronimus Bosh, Maurice Denis, Erich Heckel.
Music, Now – by Vexento – v2 New music, and recital
I’ve roamed
Far beyond Rome,
And in between
Sites that did mean
Recall one day,
What must be seen
To find their way
In minds held keen,
That musings stay
To hold the memory
Of insistent places,
Where one still hears
Echoes of the faceless,
In a world of tears
Where life soon passes,
With utter indifference
To their relentless fears…
The while I roam
Roads I have known,
Yet find them looking
For a road that has a home!
Poetry on a canapé 