The Day

– that was –

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The Day                 

       – that was –

The day
Set as was,
Did have a play
Despite faux pas,
Would find a way
Bearing the cause,
Of one’s living stay
Thus, to make room,
For a fated new day
Fixed next to come,
And find its allay
Hence while alone,
Will not be at bay
Tho set afar home,
Holds shy of say
Had need to roam,
Implied being alive
For allotted time,
Be ne’er very long
Ye will soon find, 
The day long gone
Next to be, that was!


                           © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Photo - Marianne Dessis
Music - except of Almost Blue, by Chet Baker
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier

               					Written in Sweetsburg
						   November 1, 2022

“ The Last Train ” – may have gone –

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                                                            painting by Claude Monet

“ The Last Train ” – may have gone –

I’d bought in too

A youth’s fallacy,

Ye want find true

Save failed to see,

Fate shan’t renew

A life forever be,

Tho we continue

Frivolously free,

To ponder pursue

And endlessly roam,

Tho state of askew

Too far from home,

Long past ye renew

Will find one alone,

When the last train

Now may have gone!

                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ Astray ” ~ in pro tem way ~

 

Without I stray

From held entomb,

Said salutary stay,

I can but seek

Echoes of roam,

Thus to attempt

A nomad bent,

Steers me astray

In pro tem way,

Till time runs out

Of freed to roam! 

 

“ 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!

 

“ Awake In A Dream ” ~ though asleep it seems ~

I’m awake

In a dream

Though asleep

It would seem,

I recall

Having counted

Them all,

The sheep

Who bring sleep,

And so roam

In my head,

At their face

I dare peek,                                          

In their stead

Be those loved,

Lined my mind

More than few

Now reside, inside

A necropolis wall,

Knowing more

I’ll eventually find,

Though not sheep

While asleep

Awake in a dream,

From this side of the wall! 

“ Life In Timeless State ” ~ to laugh at fate ~

As I await

Familiar faces

I stray not far

Of wonted places,

For I so dread

If should I roam

I’d find them gone,

Or thus alone

And in their stead

Be grim spirits

Want fuss my head,

The while I linger

Hopeful to find

Life beyond time,

Whereas I’ve still

The strength of will,

To join held gods

Who laugh at fate,

As they so celebrate

Careless of time,

In timeless state!

“ All Roads ” ~ lead to roam ~

 

A world I roamed

I hadn’t known,

Shaped memories

Of places dear,

Like ancient Rome

And mysteries

Of Tangier,

That reached beyond

A musing’s home,

Dreamed petit môme…

 

Now should I aim

Trip far from near

Caducity I fear,

Errs view erase

As if time passed

Best blur its face,

Save then again

I should be lured

By nomad tastes,

To roads unknown

That lead to roam!