“ Conversations ” – with me, myself and I –

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“ Conversations ”

– with me, myself and I –





I am curiously held aware,

Being conscious of converse

That it’s natural to beware,

In an age amorally perverse

Where humankind despairs,

Of conversations so adverse

Suggesting interest to be fair,

Yet holds intent to be averse…





Tho it be of and by myself

I fancied be a person free,

That which finds dominate

A better part of early me,

That ideates a perfect fate

To fill the emptiness I see,

In dreams imaging awake

Conversely so I want to flee…





A time knew of not be fast

Nor forcing to make haste,

Or find way to further last

In concert with moral taste,

Whose worth wouldst cast

The value of contented state,

While forgetting not the past

To help shape avert mistakes,

In conversations that will task

Beyond with me, myself and I!





                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier  

Recalled issues of, me, myself and I …  

written in Sweetsburg

February 3, 2018  

Pictures – Private Collection …

Music – Excerpt Jazz Concert by Stan Getz & Chet Baker …

 
 


			

“ The Art of Aging ” – man’s eschatology –

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“ The Art of Aging ”

            – man’s eschatology –

 
  
 Age has you feel
 The consequence,
 Of thinned conceal 
 By a starved brush,
 Upon your person
 Wants but to instil
 A sense of rush,
 The while reward
 Be to lay shades,
 In wisdom’s colours
 On its aging canvas
 Begs innate candour... 


 Thus so you know
 Life lends redress,
 To shadowed greys
 Of life’s excesses, 
 Will shape in part
 What age expresses... 


 Hence of bold lines
 Carved so by time, 
 Some even apropos 
 Meant not unkind, 
 To one’s tableaux 
 That age defines,                      
 While time directs
 You suffer decline, 
 Yet holds respect 
 For the art of aging, 
 Alas be man’s eschatology!         
 © Jean-Jacques Fournier  
  
 Ode to a long-time dear friend, Louise Fleischmann ...

 Imagery - Private & Public
 Music - Excerpt of Tomasso Albinoni - Adagio, in G minor... 

“ Lining A Coffin ” ~ with who I’d been ~

 

I’ve come and gone,

And now lie down

To line my coffin,

I’ve done and seen

All I’ve had time,

As life dissolved

The meager layers

It had composed,

To thus so shape

Who I had been

For life’s short race…

 

In that brief span

I would so choose

To so perused,

All I could use

The while alive,

And till I reached

That place in time,

To lie me down

And hence so line,

Alas my lonely coffin!

                                                          ode to Edgar Allan Poe