A Palm Tree

– at my window –

A Palm Tree

– at my window –

I struggle to hear
Hence so understand,
Signs of leafy arms
That waver in speech,
To find want explain
Its lifegiving reach,
Which patiently frames
It’s reliance amiss,
On neglected  terrain
Of existence we miss,
Thus, without care
Beyond reminisce,
What palm tree means share!

                              © Jean-Jacques Fournier

              written in Ciboure, Fr. 
              October 6, 2022

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

“ A Day In A Life ” – to live as tho twice –

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“ A Day In A Life ”

         – to live as tho twice –

If I could but live

A day in a life,

Fate chose to give

Be without strife,

One might feel free

To hence display

The whole that I be,

For today I’d not wept

Holds a day of all days

With euphoria I’ve kept,

Fix this day as a guide

So that I now can see,

All my life till I died…

Such a day in a life

Would be held rule,

Thus to fix the way

Would purge redicule,

And learn to let go

As to feel what you see,

Be the birth of it all

Like a bursting of buds,

On a flowering tree

As spring yawns away,

And dawn’s early hours

Sets sight towards May,

To a first summer’s day…

Yet all of the while

You’ve but time

The gods lend,

Hence a day in a life

From beginning to end

You must live as tho twice,

For that may be all

You’d be given of life!

                                          © Jean-Jacques Fournier    

                          Originally written in Vence, Fr.

Pictures – Public and private collection …

Music – exerpt of Orfeu Negro, Brazil …