painting by Claude Monet
“ The Last Train ” – may have gone –
I’d bought in too
A youth’s fallacy,
Ye want find true
Save failed to see,
Fate shan’t renew
A life forever be,
Tho we continue
Frivolously free,
To ponder pursue
And endlessly roam,
Tho state of askew
Too far from home,
Long past ye renew
Will find one alone,
When the last train
Now may have gone!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
I ponder the lot
Of a horse,
Who has caught
Endless days
In the rain,
How he must feel
To suffer its bane,
As he ingests grass
In meadows too wet,
That verges morass
Nature chose beset,
On pasture he links
To life giving fests,
While hunger persists
Thus imaged bethinks
In this life he submits,
Fails to be in the pink!
ode to friends Michèle & Thomas
the ultimate horse lovers
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
You’ll find a bend
In the road ahead,
Should you intend
Muse in its stead,
Thus so to ponder
If you have stock,
Suffice grants a stay
Affords a fading clock,
Extends reach yonder…
If fate finds lend
This road gives way,
To live beyond
Prescribed advent,
Thinks worth amend
To this found journey,
Held a memorable stay
Though an hour or a day,
Portend shades of an instant!
I can but wonder,
How so composed
Without concern,
Fate should impose
Thus so to suffer,
Man failed put term
To obesity’s torture,
And so I ponder
This hapless burden,
Lived with adversity
In a corpulent world,
Where we offer but pity
Alas to a bleak obesity!
I can’t help ponder
This look
Ever inducing,
Forever lingers
On my mind,
Without fading
Has me wonder
If I’m to find,
This look
I wish be worth define,
Be alas no lest than mine!
Poetry on a Canapé 