Who will know When we arrive, The road to go To thus survive, As fellow human Found yet alive, Knowing naught Of who we follow, Did find bestow But dubious plan, For a life hollow We naïvely accept, Tho so contrived As inimical deed, The likes devised By powers of greed, We’d failed advised Be iniquitous mislead!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier ov written in Sweetsburg October 27, 2021
Just to let you know that I have been honoured by Francina of Poetry and Art, who a few days ago, published my poem ‘The Way Home’ on her post…
https://seasonspoetry.wordpress.com/…/the-way-home-by-jean…/
” The Way Home “
– looking for the road –
I’d moved on
For reasons vague,
Like vision fades
For bygone days,
Where but a trace
Of puerile dreams,
For untried place
Fashioned a need,
That time in wait
Might so achieve,
An understanding
Not yet discovered,
Wants one explore
Afore life quenches
That thirst to roam,
Till years suggest
Look for the road,
Leads the way home!
written in Sweetsburg
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
June 27, 2014
You’ve lived so far
Being who you are,
Enjoyed the road
That life bestowed,
So why pursue
A search in vain,
That may not reach
To cause explain,
Holds you’ll discover
Where bides the other,
More real than be you!
Every road taken
Kindles desire,
Of maturate daring
Destiny inspires,
Held life reinventing,
Tho countless roads
Oft-times shadowed
By clouds of undoing,
Man’s inner-child begs
For ways to discern
Every road said,
Wouldst find reinvention!
There is a bend
In every road
That lies ahead,
Which I envisage
Observe in time,
As gods but lend
A meagre shade,
Of fleeting instant
Said be a lifetime,
They hypothecate
Up to ebbing tide,
So make ye haste
For one more taste,
As life pulls nearer
To its fated last reside!
Be self serving road
Of offer particular,
That views one bode
Suffers moot image,
Formed in denial
Has need transpose
Ones inherent being,
To fashion another
Hence so disgorge,
That one may disown
Insecure be so honed!
Poetry on a Canapé 