“ Of A Horse ” ~ in the rain ~

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

 

 

A Gathering Storm ~ out of rain ~

‘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 ~

 

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!