“ In My Mind ” ~ I border on sublime ~

In my mind

I look so grand,

I almost am

You understand,

Tho chance I err

Thus to be safe

Won’t say aloud,

And every mirror

Keep under shroud…


I’m in great shape

My mind believes,

With easy grace

I move with speed,

As I wouldst rate               

Hence so at ease…


Thus far  I see

I border on sublime,

Leastwise in my mind!

“ The Clavier ” ~ and felling trees ~


Fingering keys

For words that tell

Of thoughts

Meant to please,

Others may well

Point the way

That leads to hell,

Tho fingering keys

Spares bits of paper

Made of felled trees!

                                                          © Jean-Jacques Fournier