“ A Distant Presence ” – stored in old memories –

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“ A Distant Presence ”

            – stored in old memories –

 

I feel a presence

Ever distant,

Lurking

In my memory,

Probing

Unrelentingly,                                                                             

To surface

Above reticence,

Ne’er forgotten

Be one’s musings,

Despite a dying voice

Caught in the shadows,

Of a haunting choice

Stays a distant presence,

Stored in old memories…

 

I feel its existence

Lamenting regret,

Of relic adolescence

Did tend to forget,

One’s life so harried

Time be left scattered,

Yet held little matter

Amid memory’s embers,

Despite imploring pleas

Woefully entreating time,

On symbolic knees

Ought allow to remind,

Before the while be no more

Than a haunting memory…

 

Tho still I hear whispers

Of a lingering voice,

Must be the patient soul

In its life’s awoken choice,

Holds stored in old memories

That of a distant presence! 

           

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier  

                                           July 12, 2020             

            Music, Chet Baker – Almost Blue –

“ The Gift ” – of you –

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“ The Gift ”

             – of you –

I want not to forget

Fail having tried,

Or simply accept

I’ve reason to regret,

Mindful so I could

Be able to affect,

Without need to try

As if I could deny,

Our love grew beyond

You being easy on the eye…

 

I wanted to recall,

The times you tried

Offering your all,

And I too blind to see

Might’ve realized,

You so needed me,

As I you even more

Tho the gift offered,

I ne’er realized before

Had always been of you …

 

Doesn’t tax one’s memory

To recall there’d been many,

But none the worth, if any

Yet didn’t know enough

I’d the gift of you to hold,

But only now can tell

When grown wiser old,

While you, now too long gone

Be the gift, for someone else to hold!

 

                                                           written in Grasse Fr.

                                                                                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

“ A Feeling ” ~ of neglect ~

Dormant feelings

Hold affair done,

Lacking measure

Bare rate begun,

That be a feeling

Seized of neglect,

Alas demeaning

Brings one regret,

The while lingers

In vain retrospect,

Hence a prisoner  

Who can but wilt,

Without ye detect

The emotional tilt,

Of allegoric affect

Forced so to endure,

With a feeling of guilt!

                                                       © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ While I’m Alive ” ~ teach me now ~

Teach me now

While I’m alive,

To not forget,

When I arrive

At regret’s bide,

And must endure

Spent recollect

Of someone near,

Plus fail to hear

Suffered upset,

While I now limbo

In the unclear,

Of telling ways

By one so dear

Who loved me when,

Wouldst hold until

I am no longer,

And even then!

        

“ What We Left Behind ” ~ remains part of us ~

What’s left behind

We may forget,

Tho some of which

With much regret,

Albeit dismissed

As mere neglect,

Persists remain

As part of us,

One suffers fret

Fate instils thus,

Till life defines

Best one be bold,

Ere to achieve

A state of mind,

To render whole

Wouldst fix to find,

Inspiring soul

Desires opine,

Worth rescue

What we left behind!

                     An ode to wishful thinking!

“ Teach Me How ” ~ to do without ~

 

The while I live,

Teach me how

To do without,

If life dictates

Blind be my fate,

Ne’er to see you

One more time…

 

Teach me how

To do without,

If destined so

To suffer deaf

And cannot hear

Tho you be near…

 

Teach me now

To do without,

Afore I reach

State of forget,

Thus to endure

Held grieved regret,

Thru precious days

I might live yet

So teach me how,

I am to do without!

 

“ A Corner ” – of my heart –

 

There’s a corner

Of my heart,

Be a place to store

Memories want kept,

The kind to not regret,

A place I tend to go

To face the real

Places one suffers

At times surreal,  

We may be inclined,

To the like forget…

                                                                                                   

Reflections now

Be memories scattered,

Relinquish few regrets

Necessitate reprieve,

None that could yet

From that corner             

Of my heart                                                                                    

Hold I’d take leave,

To put my soul at rest!