The While

– ye be around –

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The While

– ye be around –

Yet of no say
Best to seek, 
A kindly day
Evades bleak, 
For the while
Life has ye be,
In need of smile
To maybe see,
If not to hear
Hint of sound,
Suggests know
Won’t confound,
With not to show
Nor will respond,
Save to oneself,
As for the while
Be good or bad,
Without beguile
That ye’ve found,
Will go the mile
Or way around,
In the time it takes
While above ground,
For a life’s short state,
Man termed, the while!


                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier	


written in Sweetsburg,
PQ, Canada				       		                                                   
January 18, 2023

Imagery - Wikimedia Commons 
Music – Africa Moon, by John Bartmann
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier	

The Look

        – of a forlorn smile –

Flora Priestley Lamplight, by John Singer Sargent

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The Look

– of a forlorn smile –

I picture the look
Of a beguiled face,
That wants to brook 
Find an affable place,
For the very long while
Hence want not lose pace,
Nor to misplace found smile
Tho all gods shan’t pay grace,
When irrelevant be man’s guile 
Who wouldst try calm sadly face,
With the tacit mind, of a forlorn smile!

                                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier


Imagery - Amedeo Modigliani & John Singer Sargent
Music – If I Should You – by Chet Baker
Audio – Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                          written in Sweetsburg

                                              January 18, 2022

                                                         

“ I Want To Tell ” – of things that sing –

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                                                             Photo, Marianne D

 

“ I Want To Tell ” – of things that sing –

 

I want to tell

Of time that brings,

In early spring

Of things that sing,

Restoring life

To summer brooks,

With twisting ripples

Through shady nooks…

 

I want to tell

Of stars that twinkle,

In your eyes

As you allow a smile,

 I want to tell

About the wind,

Plays in the trees

To kiss the leaves,

That flutter lightly

In a gentle breeze…

 

I want to tell

Of things on wings,

Held butterflies

Who decorate the skies,

Be of nature’s doing

Hence until they die…

 

I want to tell

Of bumblebees,

Bumbling leisurely

Where they please,

As summer plies

Its mellow zephyr,

Thus till fall requires

Nature’s dance defers…

 

I want to tell,

Of world defined

As a man made hell,

May spare a mind

That so wants tell,

With love to give

Thus so to bring,

That we find live

The while we cling,

To things that sing!                                                                      

                                                                       © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ The Façade ” ~ of a smile ~

He wears a smile

Save no surprise,

If but the while

He means to hide,

His shaded guile

Woefully apprised,

In a conjured façade…

 

He has known wile

In angst of sorrow,

More than enough

To find not borrow,

He’d known tears

Gathered for years

Beyond subsides,

Rendered invasive

To the outer side,

Of harbouring mazes…

 

Thus the façade

Blurred in guises,

Holds few surprises

Be joy or sadness                                          

That smiles disguise,                                      

Alas but for appearance!

“ Moods ” ~ play one like a fiddle ~

You’re flying high

On a cloud

In a too blue sky,

Then suddenly low

At half past late

Land at hell’s gate,

Yet soon revert

Without you bide

To feel quite pert,

When up down ride

Now finds your mind inert…

 

Fixed on a whirlwind

Of mood swings,

This state of mind

From obsequious smile

To woebegone resign,

Wants but  loose the moods

That plays one like a fiddle!

“ A Solitary Tear ” ~ of grief or cheer ~

A solitary tear

Feels incongruous

It appears,

Ambivalent                                         

On an gentle face,

Anxious its presence

Be viewed unkind,

Rather than benign…

 

A solitary tear

Wishing not

To interfere,

With the mien

Of a smile,                                                                                      

Uncertain to stay

The while,

Worrying pleasure

Suffers it be here,

For grief or cheer!

“ A Smile ” ~ behind a smile ~

I’ve known smiles

That go the mile,

Others borrowed

But for the while,

In veiled disguise

To cover sorrow

Hid in dim mazes,

Till one morrow

In all its fazes

The sadness dies,

And you can feel

A smile appease

Akin to a caress,

Behind a smile

Reaching to please!