“ That Comfort ” ~ of resolve ~

You live with an issue

That stresses in excess,

Thus until out of tissue

You’re forced address,

With corrective venue

Hold offer of regress,

For needy disinvolve

That comfort will asset,

Hence to set-up dissolve

That allows find repress,

In this life thin of resolve

That comfort will redress,

The while fate affords absolve

You must find in every breath,

You’ve love of life reason to evolve!

                                                                       

                                                                      © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

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“ A Last Goodbye ” ~ gives reason pause ~

 

One wants believe

All we’ve achieved,

Would but forever

Live and breathe,

That fate abide

We share the lot

With those in need,

Thus to subscribe

In mindful cause

Be worth’s provide,

Before a last goodbye!

 

“ Every Season ” ~ has a reason ~

 

Every season

In nature’s bent,

Finds purpose

For renewal,

That celebrates

Each wont advent

Not as infinity’s rival

But a cycle of revival…

 

Yet we creatures

Suffer brevity

Of a single stay,

A hoped-for reach

Though time decreed

Life be held brief,

And so ephemeral

Deemed beg amend

Wouldst be in vain,

To imitate seasons

That never fully fade,

Thus likely  reason

Life then returns again!

 

“ Now You’re Here ” ~ too soon you’re gone ~

 

Now you’re here,

Tho far too soon

You’re gone,

Leaving no reason

To the surrounds,

Save suggest year

Had but one season

Rather unclear,

Seen fulltime grey

With baleful demons,

No longer able

Kept at bay,

And so fate chose

You disappear,

To not extend

You suffer appear,

Another morrow’s day!

 

“ Take My Love ” ~ and dance ~

Give me love

Just a little,

Till you know

I won’t loose it,

Take your time

While you muse,

Shall we dance…

 

Tell me when,

Be your feeling

To declare,

That you care,

In the interim

Shall we dance…

 

I’ll be there,

If you choose,

To embrace,

We can share

What you feel,

For the while

Shall we dance…

 

When propitious

For love’s season,

Be fates chance

Held be reason,

Love means stay

Beyond grey,

Take my love

For we shall dance!

 

“ Writing ” ~ need be there reason ~

 

Why do you write

Asked unabashed,

As tho an answer

Other than need,

May even succeed

In shedding light…                  

 

Forces be real

I heard my reply,

Helps  touch why

Tho ne’er quite sure

My words truly fly…

 

What do you write           

She offers in spite,

My hazy taunts

Not meant be trite,

I scribble of time

That shadows mine,

To divert attention

If lot whispers of death…

 

Fate may deny

Time I have left,

So while I’ve breath

And feelings to best,

I’ll write with my soul 

Thus wants life bold,

Without reason or why

For as long as I’ll get!