Painting A Mind

               – in shadows dark –

Johann Robert Schürch – Clown, 1921

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Painting A Mind

– shadows dark –

Be hollows stark
Painting a mind,
In shadows dark 
To survive time,
Be need of world
Best ne’er blind,
As creatures we
Given short line,
Expecting future
Soon fades offline,
Will want a tutor 
For make believe,
Set as fake humans
Be computer achieved,
Save a life’s meagre race
Holds no reason to grieve,
With compos mentis in place
Ye ought find painting a mind
Seeks not dark shadows embrace!


		     © Jean-Jacques Fournier

	                                          written in Sweetsburg				
			                       April 23, 2022
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons…
Music – Diane by Chet Baker…
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“ Earthly Space ” – in a deadly race –

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“ Earthly Space ”

                                  – in a deadly race –

Pending we find

Be fated space,

Afore we in time

Do evaporate,

Past our assign

At carnage rate,

Thus so spent

Oblivious of state,

In a desolate bent

Of what we’ve left,

In a deadly race,

Too soon reduced

To depleted place,

Of carved out caves

We’ll surely face,

In dire need to stave

Forces waiting hungrily,

Held lowly knaves,

Who’d greedily engage,

Imperiling earthly space,

Albeit by then our grave!

                                                                    written in Grasse, Fr.

                                                                              © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Mindful of Time ” ~ for endless days ~

If I could slow

The pace,

My mind

So takes in haste,

Wouldst shorten so

The race,

Allowing life fair taste…

 

Thus I should pine

Days be as when,

A child then

Could barely wait

For long day’s end,

Whereas I’m now

Mindful of time,

Long I for endless days!

“ Reaching For Life ” ~ on a second wind ~

 

There be a time

In journey’s race,

You mean find

A fitting place,

To reach for life

On a second wind,

As a runner trims,

Might leave behind

Sources of strife,

For which we’ve paid

A wretched price,

Hence then embrace

That easy pace,

Akin to  sublime,

One holds attain

On a second wind,

Reaching for life!