Looking

– wide eyed –

Looking

– wide eyed –

Holding a thought
To ponder its worth,
Sagaciously ought
Ye honor its birth,
Be erudite sought
Observe held bide,
Thus not be fraught
Looking wide eyed,
As tempted to flirt
With fool’s divide, 
Tho find to divert  
The while lets slide,
Implies shan’t avert 
Held fixed be last ride,
Shan’t so flaunt its worth!

                         Ode to inevitable fading memory...

	  © Jean-Jacques Fournier


     written in Sweetsburg                   
     September 11, 2022





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“ Clouds for Dreaming ” – of ethereal things –

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On a whim I can fly 

In a dream,

As I soar on wings

It thus seems,

Of ethereal things

Be a flight so real,

The ascent I can feel…

 

As I ride on the wind

I hear Zephyr sing,

Yet could not tell

If it spoke of Phoenix,

And his trip to hell

When rashly he’d fly,

Which I’ll ne’er risk

As so high he did fry,

For my soaring is fixed

In the dream I so fly…

 

Now on billowy clouds

Soft feathery things,

Their gentle pull bides

The while one clings,

To this surreal ride

Said fabric for dreams,

That dresses the skies,

In clouds made for dreaming!

 

           written at Amsterdam Airport

                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                   April 10, 2002

 

 

“ The Big Ride ” ~ probing, eventuate by design ~

 

So many journeys

Taken in stride,

Till one then trips

To board that ride,

The biggest of all

We’re held to abide,

No taciturn choice

Needs one decide,

As set in advance

Be so the big ride…

 

Alas that big ride

Has a one-way tide,

No toll be owed

For use of this road,

No special dress

Or particular mode

Soul needs address,

For it to fulfil

What destiny fells,

As indicative knell                                                                           

Suggests the arrival,                                                                  

To nirvana or hell

Thus end of the line,

One can but now tell

Be the big ride’s design!