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The Face

– of fates longevity –

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The Face

– of fates longevity –

The Face
An ancient face
Sooner or later,
Made to look on
Hopeful for better,
To yet be around
Still a minds voice,
That opposites found
Best be natures choice,
Tho life gift a mite short
One hopes the cause moults,
But pleads will to make strong
Naught ye’d want source revolt,
Whilst held liable gods sleep along
Till shape be the face, of fates longevity!

                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier 

			                                            written in Sweetsburg
                                                                      November 26, 2022
					                          edited December 5, 2022

Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Excerpt of Fantasia for Soprano Saxophone 
               Heitor Villa-Lobos                 
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier

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Butterflies

– fluttering bye –

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Butterflies

– fluttering bye –

A butterfly
Searching
Blossoms,
Pursuing 
The mote
To provide,
Held florae
Need of alive 
Ye find dote,
On their array
Hence to adorn
Tho its short stay,
Be of iffy longevity 
Not butterfly’s say,  
Dancing in brevity…
 
Pushed by currents
He floats consciously   
On breezes apparent,
While ever so mindful
Found be lepidoptera, 
With beauty’s warrant 
Would remain pleasing, 
Thru a short summer fly 
Has butterflies trapezing,
All the while fluttering bye!

    Ode to butterflies, that they maybe forever…


                © Jean-Jacques Fournier
	                                                        written in Sweetsburg
                                           	                     August 2, 2022

Music - Endless Beauty, Pixabay							
Photography - Marianne Dessis
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
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The Full Bloom

        – of a catalpa tree –

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The Full Bloom

        – of a catalpa tree –

There’s a catalpa tree,
A very short distance
From where gods be,
Unable to stay away
Rapt so by what I see, 
As such beauty ways
On a summer breeze, 
The while in full bloom
Will render one at ease,
Thus so we can assume
By its clustered flowers,
Trumpet shapes agreed
Tells of floral splendour,        
Whose seeds life decreed 
Lay in long pods slender,
Hanging where meant be
Till fate cultivates its need,
For the heart shape enders 
Of those o’er gigantic leaves,
That be the life given beauty,
Ornamenting the catalpa tree!


Intent of the floral gods,

                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                         written in Sweetsburg
					       July 15, 2022 
                      
Music - Trees in the Breeze – Hippocampus 
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons 
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
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A Man

– called Marc –

Wanderer Above the Sea by David Friedrich

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A Man

– called Marc –

He’d not stay long,
In life’s short run
Be too soon gone,
As if one shunned
To an early dawn,
From a place won 
In a shortish song,
He as a brother be
Far too young gone, 
Gods fixed not see,
As life span of a pawn
Alas was short-lived run 
Thus, alike an early dawn!

                   Might you have parted
                               without telling your friend,
                                      dear Marc, until it was too late…? 

                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

  Ode, two scores late, for the passing
        of Marc Tetreault, the rarest of dear friends.

          written in Sweetsburg
		April 17, 2022

Imagery - Wanderer Above the Sea by David Friedrich
Music - No Problem by Chet Baker Quartet
Audio - recital by Jean-Jacques Fournier

PS: If there should be an afterlife or such a thing as a next life,
                Marc is the one true friend I would seek to befriend again.

                                

                       

                                

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“ Life ” – be but a minute –

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“ Life ”

         – be but a minute –

The journey starts

Tho moves so fast,

Seems off the chart

As conjectural cast,

Life means impart

On a short tenure,

Found is my part

In fates September,

As I a minute ark,

Will soon surrender

Seen ephemeral part,

May hold remember

A diminutive minute,

Mans unwitting enter

That is to be ones life…

 

As life be but a minute

Do pardon my rancour,

If you crowd my space

I am short of candour,

As be no time to waste

Nor room for squander,

So I’ve cause to make haste…

 

In the wake of all to die

As will prized September,

When reality need not hide

Find ye peace in fall’s slumber,

And the minute to live described

Thus as said of life, be but a minute!

 

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Imagery, symbolic of depicting life…

Music, Miles Davis Ascenseur pour l’échafaud…

Wrote for audio, in Sweetsburg August 14, 2020…

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“ Beginnings ” – goal not forever –

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“ Beginnings ”

            – goal not forever –

 

In the beginning

Declared be alive,

Tho not forever

We’re to survive,

Save a few clever

Perhaps the wiser,

Saw worth persist

Held more aware,

Said of beginnings

As life finds decide,

What be goal’s fare

If one bids to abide…

 

So be of mans mind

To begin with sway,

With resolve to find

Aims fashion to play,

Seeks incite revision

In road of life’s way,

Want alter its vision

Holds be a short stay,

The while not eternal

And goals not forever,

Would sidestep its end

As man aches to suspend!

 

                         an ode to man’s ludicrous dream…

                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Music, Stranger by Aerocity   

        

 

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“ A Minute ” – now or then –

Said of a minute

Born to life,

Be a need for it

Tho enters strife,

Despite commit

To its short site,

Life persists to emit

Tho maybe a plight,                                     

Holds of portent

Yet it is swallowed,

By the hour

And this to follow,

As if to scour

Chose be the fellow,

To do another

As if led by the echo,

Of a wilful brother

Not for a minute,

Would let fate posture

To fix a mindless habit,

Of disaffected bother

Ne’er now or then submit,

Tho for but a minute, now or then!

 

                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

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“ Apostrophizing ” ~ to form a connection ~

We’re held believe,

Life offers beings

A state perceived,

As an apostrophe

Of human needs,

Held best allayed

By transient bond,

Save best ignored

Till they abscond,

Supernumeraries

Of guile abound,

With ignobility

Of such ineptness,

As to apostrophizing

To form a connection,

Holds short imagining

Word worth excogitation!

                                                                         © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

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“ A Short Death ” ~ be nocturnal sleep ~

One comes to terms

With nocturnal sleep,

Be cause for concern

It stays as brief keep,

Of enduring sojourn

To enjoy its breadth,

Save in transient term

Be but a short death,

That has us come back

In a day breaking way,

Tho ne’er assured fact

Let wishful thought play,

Thus so for more than a day!