“ A Joy ” ~ imagined ~

A joy extant infers
Fate lets attain,
I find imagine
What ought contain,
Stuff be of dreams
Imaging the silken,
Rather than lined
In matters coarse,
Though often times
Joy be dark horse,
To masquerade
Masked as a rose,
In joyless shade,
Wanting not impose…

Yet be this joy
Illusion’s dope,
Thirsting to enjoy
We live in hope,
Yet sadly fantasize
In musings empty,
Waiting joy incites
A moment of delight
To more than but survive!

A memory of a younger man’s, search…

                                                               for my friend Paulette  
                                                                  translation of my OFV, La Joie ~ imaginée ~

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“ Illusions ” ~ shades of confusion ~

I’d imagined

Feeling free

Mesmerically safe,

From illusions

In shades of confusion…

                                                                                   

While illusions fade

In hues adrift

Of our imaginings,

Some adorned

Of jagged thorns,

Veiled in silken traps

Linger on perhaps, 

Yet others lie hid                                                                                    

Propitiously borne,

Laudably worth a bid!