” The Way Home ” – looking for the road –

Just to let you know that I have been honoured by Francina of Poetry and Art, who a few days ago, published my poem ‘The Way Home’ on her post…
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” The Way Home “

            – looking for the road –

I’d moved on

For reasons vague,

Like vision fades

For bygone days,

Where but a trace

Of puerile dreams,

For untried place

Fashioned a need,

That time in wait

Might so achieve,

An understanding

Not yet discovered,

Wants one explore

Afore life quenches

That thirst to roam,

Till years suggest

Look for the road,

Leads the way home!

                                                                written in Sweetsburg

                                                              © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                        June 27, 2014

 

” The Crow ” – in the dead of night –

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” The Crow “

– in the dead of night –

I am the crow

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as the night,

Forced to live                                                

This endless flight,        

Looking for a path

To the freedom I seek,

As anxiety nears

This aging cryptique,                                                   

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light,                                

That shows a way clear

For I the crow,

To end one’s journeys

In the dead of night!

                                                                    o.v.written in Grasse, Fr.

                                                                  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                          March 21, 2005  

 

“ Don’t Stop ” – for egoist thought –

There’s a part of us

That will not stop,

Tugged by the other

With egoist thought,

On all that matters

Of living life sought,

As an ultimate factor

Would dissertate not,

What the other fosters

Said vantage together,

For what soul bought

And so found garner,

As life’s integral state

Should now discover,

Be of dubious grace

Soul can but borrow,

Of ones meagre space

Held bogus of equity,

Amounting to nought

Put aside the self-pity,

With brief time’s allot

For extent it shall hold,

That may ne’er realize,

Dream of eon time bold

In life borrowed implied…

 

Yet want part of don’t stop

From newborn to grow old

Hence want reaching till dust!

 

                                                       © Jean-Jacques Fournier