toll

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Listening

       – be not hearing –

Listening

       – be not hearing –       

One may hear words
He’d want find bold,
Be bordering absurd 
Decries nervous soul, 
Fortuitously blurred 
Of insignificant dole,
Be il facilely heeding
For a fit tenuous droll,
Appear as not hearing
Will have taken its toll,
Despite ye be listening
To words fits not whole... 

Sets thy thoughts pacific
That of tranquil insisting,
Tho find lack of specific
Thus, focus but on living,
As constant ethnographic
Finds carry on persisting,
So pass on bent spasmodic
For listening be not hearing!

		Ode to thinking man...

        ©️ Jean-Jacques Fournier 

                                written in Sweetsburg
	                     November 12, 2022

Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Excerpt of Pure Imagination at 2:30 min. by Scott Hamilton
Audio -	Jean-Jacques Fournier

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“ Winters ” ~ white toll ~


Spilling from the sky,

Snowflakes falling

On a dying autumn,

Means hide traces

To render fall faceless

In a snow blanket pall,

Hiding dead places

Of fall’s grey sprawl,

This season suffers

With architect of cold,

Be Jack Frost’s hold

Of long enduring nights,

Held winter’s white toll!

 

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“ Life ” ~ not at any price ~

Life by any means

Tho not at any price,

Thus seizing hope

To live a slower life,

Time hasn’t yet stole,

Believing we can cope

Years of certain toll,

Life will find extort

As barter for a soul,

If to extend one’s life

And render it near whole!

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“ Days We’d Tasted ” ~ be without end ~

I nigh recall

When but a tot,

Days mostly all

Be without end,

Thus no part plot

Then to be fed,

But chosen dishes

Hence composed

Held daily doze

Of youthful wishes…

           

Yet growing up

Had not foretold,

Days made face

Life want remould,

As child burns

To aging bold,

That soon exacts

Its weighty toll,

For growing old

Bids less recall,

Of days we’d tasted all!