Valorizing
-a state of being -
Between desperate and distraught, spare ye be invested in disparity best forgot, But between pain and naught, Take ye the pain, As alive be right as rain!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier February 18, 2021
Holds reason wonder,
About the others
Who first arrived,
And now held under,
Tho manage to survive,
While on the surface
The more materialize,
Layer upon layer
The scale expands,
Thus be no error
They find hold hands,
Supporting each other
To bear the strain,
Makes need to shoulder
Until snowflakes turn to rain…
A snowflake
At the bottom lies,
Hence be others
That too will smother,
Yet given druthers
Reach to save those left,
Spared not of shelter
From mans foulness,
However not in vain
As natures fate egresses,
Destined suffer it’s to blame
Alas until snowflakes turn to rain!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Music – Winter Night Jazz , BGM…
Photos – Personal collection …
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
‘Tis gathering storm
Of man said human,
Rendered deformed
By duplicitous demon,
Though given be life
As a privileged plus,
Man soon found ways
To turn planet to dust,
Where child eventual
May survive only just,
Thus so but the telling
He’d bow to fate’s say,
Fixed by man’s doing
In orchestrated play,
Distorting life journey
In a world gone astray,
Held to flee or to stand
On a predestined bane,
Of his narcissistic plan
In a gathering storm,
That has run out of rain!
begs find contradiction in time…!
A snow flake
At the bottom lies,
Be reason I wonder
About the others
Who first arrived,
And now held under
Manage to survive,
While on the surface
Layer upon layer
More materialize,
Thus no surprise
As scale expands
Find to hold hands,
Supporting each other
To bear the strain
They’ve need to shoulder,
When snow turns to rain…
Hence be brothers
Reach for druthers,
To save what’s left
Spared of corrupt,
If not in vain
From mans foul mess,
When snow flakes turn to rain!
Rain falls
Upon my heart
When I’m about
To chance a start
At life long vacant,
Reminding me
Of love gone dark,
As memory wrests
With past regrets…
Save hazard be
Once folly’s own,
Holds my undoing
As time has shown,
Yet risk I’ll love
While breath I’ve still,
Though fate may will
Should then again
Rain on my heart!
Poetry on a canapé 