You come to believe
Thru serene control,
Had then so achieved
A mind now set bold,
Held made concede
Put memory on hold,
Save too little known
Of significance told,
When recall has flown
To a mindless absent,
Tho spirit may mourn
Fickle fate will consent,
With memory conform
To consequence bent,
Of forgetfulness shorn!
written in Italia, May 3, 2018
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Weighing ever so
Has me suffer choke,
With a disposition
Liken to a yoke,
Refusing to give way
While effort I restrain
A temperamental sway,
Begs I plead not in vain
That I may have a say,
In want of serene stay!
Faces I’d known
Seem now gather,
To not be alone
Prowl my head,
In serene manner
For days ahead,
Suffer lose matter,
Hence to remind
What’s left of time,
We thought forever
Be state of mind,
Too soon we find
Be marginal ever!
Poetry on a Canapé 