Overload – the poem –

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Overload

          – the poem –

We now have a world

Fixed as a solace trap,

Well hidden in disguise

Its flow of pollution sap,

Be default of awareness

For humans’ endurance,

Of distribution overload

In a lethargic sufferance,

The while its viewed extent

Be our deteriorating sanity,

By the hands of greedy bent

Of indifferent mental apathy,

Is overloading man’s capacity!

                         © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Ode to a long-time friend, Dr. Michel Gagnon …

Pictures – Private & Public collection …

Music – Excerpt of, If I should Lose You , by Chet Baker …

written in Sweetsburg

December 4, 2020

“ A Morrow ” – too soon –

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“ A Morrow ”

                – too soon –

Now but afternoon

In a lifetime destiny,

Whenever too soon

A morrow’s apathy,

Be angling the room

Ignoring life’s brevity,

Indifferent to gloom

Invading one’s sanity!

                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                        A reflection on life, ever fleeting…                   

                                     In the wake of an adversary,

                                     also known as annual anniversary…

Music – Funral, by Zurida

Pictures – Personal collection

                        written in Sweetsburg

                               September 1, 2020

“ Peace of Mind ” ~ each day defines ~

You want find

To live without

Contrariety,

To harmonize

Peace of mind,

Conversely

To fashion wise

Congruity,

Thus so align

With acuity,

Each day defines

Depict life whole ,

The while binds

Provide sanity,

Till fades alas,

This precious time,

Seeks find embrace

That peace of mind!

“ The Celebration ” ~ in a timeless place ~

The while I linger
With uncertainty
I seek to find
A sanguine state,
Thus so in time
To join the gods
Who laugh at fate,
And celebrate,
Careless of life
In a timeless place!

ode to the sanity of fantasy…

“ The Sound of Silence ” ~ a blissful pleasure ~

Ah to be free

Of obstreperous sounds,

Man’s din vociferous

That so abounds,

Ever torturing

An anguished ear

Implied inured,

We’re made to hear

Too far beyond,

Man meant endure…

 

Oh for the sound

Of deafening stillness,

A resounding calm

Of blissful pleasure,

In the healing balm

Of echoing silence,

You can almost hear

From the quiet whisper

Of a falling tear,

For the sound of silence!