Looking in a Blind Mind

                     – the while willing to wait –

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Looking in a Blind Mind

                    – the while willing to wait –

A fellowman’s fate
Be in a blind mind,  
Short of haste state
For end of the line,
Will reason be late
A welcome assign, 
Thus eager to wait
On ploy of resign,
Yet invokes debate
Tho beset inclined, 
May assure a place
At end of life's time,
As fellowman’s take
Endures a blind mind,
The while willing to wait!

Alas youth of long days,
		  be soon elders short nights…
               
      © Jean-Jacques Fournier 



Imagery – Painting -Venus discovers young man robbed of his youth. Unknown artist, Naples mid 1600s.
Music - Excerpt of - Pavane for a late father -
Audio recital - Jean-Jacques Fournier


                                                                      written in Sweetsburg
					                                September 4, 2022

A Wandering Man

            – seeks a longer while –

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A Wandering Man            

 – seeks a longer while –                                                           

He wanders about
For trenchant life,
But without doubt
Save eonian strife,
Fixes a sure bout 
As afore afterlife,
Be willing to wait
A progeny clever,
Till ye find place
Visualizes forever,
That allows placate
For no reason ever,
This wandering man
Seeks a longer while,
Thus, so to find whole
With but copious guile
Might delay growing old!

				ode to forever young of spirit…

                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier 
			   
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Excerpt of Wandering by Steve Combs
Audio recital – by Jean-Jacques Fournier

written in Sweetsburg
March 20, 2022

“ They Walk Alone ” in a faceless world –

                  

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“ They Walk Alone ”

             – in a faceless world –                

 They walk alone
 On crowded streets,
 These vacant beings 
 Suffering defeat,
 Trudging on feelings
 Found bittersweet,
 Despite bewilderment
 Held negated souls,
 In constant lament 
 For the cadence holds,
 The bulk of a life spent
 On their weary feet,
 As human refuse 
 On a deathly beat, 
 Who seek refuge
 In a mingy world replete…  

 Routed in despair
 Most lay in wait,
 For their decay
 To transfer hells, 
 While with false hope
 These human shells, 
 Pray fate awakes
 Would thus impel,
 And so reach out       
 Hence fore too late,                                                                                 
 When they’ll arrived
 At fated final hell,                                                     
 Yet so to walk alone
 Thus in a faceless world!   

                 A nudge on today’s world...

© Jean-Jacques Fournier  
November 2, 2020 
    
 Pictures – public/ private collection...
 Music – excerpt of Alone Together, by Chet Baker...  

” 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…
https://seasonspoetry.wordpress.com/…/the-way-home-by-jean…/

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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

 

“ Better Now ” ~ than never ~

Not now inferred,

Tho better now

Than never,

Having heard

That life won’t wait,

For proclivity defers

To coherent state,

With time’s demise

Means but forsake,                                      

While one holds blindly

As master of time’s fate,

Hence to indulge full taste

Ideates point in time repeats,

Thus feigns replace life he wastes

Before that final bow it takes!

                                                            ode to the never fully present…

 

 

 

 

“ A Perfidious Ruse ” ~ waiting for peace ~

I wait for peace

Despite discord,

Eager to reach

Warless afford,

A pact to cease

The overboard,

Of man’s fixate

In a greed state,

While anxious

In fear I await,

The price to pay

For callous ear,

Ignored of way

To render clear,

We left behind

Chances galore,

Of unused time

To amend score,

Waiting for peace

To accentuate life,

In lieu of wanton abuse

And man’s warring rife,

He plays peace as a perfidious ruse!