A Craggy Shell

            – begs not dispel –

How can one tell
If still of need,
Man’s craggy shell
Near gone to seed, 
Suggests farewell
And denies plead,
Begs not dispel 
The while he lives,
May find to dwell
Where soul outlives,
Said craggy shell
Tho mayn’t forgive,
Portends bordering hell!
						     written in Sweetsburg
						  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ A Hidden Pearl ” ~ fated to a shell ~

 

A little girl

Fated to a shell,

A hidden pearl

Enduring dwell

Of transient hell,

Trying to be wise

In destiny’s guise…

 

There’ll be a day

Life in this shell

Be deemed ill fit,

And so give way

To end submit,

As time to reach

Outside oneself,

To start a life

Of venture wide,

Tho trisomy holds

An altered place,

For a little girl         

Fated to a shell,        

Like a hidden pearl!