Not a Cicada’s Kiss

in said tinnitus –

Not a Cicada’s Kiss

– in said tinnitus –

There is a buzz
In said tinnitus,
Unknown cause
To seek litigious, 
For forceful kiss
Ye want to leave,
Its incessant hiss
That causes grieve, 
Won’t even pause
This vexing sound, 
Not a cicada’s kiss
One may’ve found,
In a summer’s bliss...
Be echoes of hell
Aims sibilant feel,
As wouldst a bell 
With endless peal,
And thus, can tell
A tintinnabulum,
Of alternate stead
Will find torment,
Ye wretched head,
Tho best decapitate 
If one foregoes too late,
Homopteran’s migrates 
In guise of a cicada’s kiss,
You’d realize be godless fate!





© Jean-Jacques Fournier

written in Sweetsburg

July 29, 2021

The Interruption – of a restless sleep –

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The Interruption
       - of a restless sleep -
 Mind
  
 Wouldst plan,
 View holds 
 As theories can,
 If but an inkling
 Of purpose stands,
 To not be tinkering
 As world needs find,
 Collective peace of mind!  
 Running
  
 Running me
 To death,
 Afore finding 
 I had depth,
 Not as in seriatim 
 Seeking breadth,
 But to want done
 As a living objective,
 Despite our meagre run! 
 OverTime
  
 Then over time
 You meet death,
 Sits on the wings
 Of your breath,
 Thus never late
 Fate’s wily net,
 Finds confiscate
 A bit of life you’ve left! 

                           © Jean-Jacques Fournier
  
 Imagery - Personal and Public ...
 Music – Piano Jazz, a study...
 Audio - Recital – Jean-Jacques Fournier

 written in Sweetsburg  
February 7, 2021 

“ Conversations ” – with me, myself and I –

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“ Conversations ”

– with me, myself and I –





I am curiously held aware,

Being conscious of converse

That it’s natural to beware,

In an age amorally perverse

Where humankind despairs,

Of conversations so adverse

Suggesting interest to be fair,

Yet holds intent to be averse…





Tho it be of and by myself

I fancied be a person free,

That which finds dominate

A better part of early me,

That ideates a perfect fate

To fill the emptiness I see,

In dreams imaging awake

Conversely so I want to flee…





A time knew of not be fast

Nor forcing to make haste,

Or find way to further last

In concert with moral taste,

Whose worth wouldst cast

The value of contented state,

While forgetting not the past

To help shape avert mistakes,

In conversations that will task

Beyond with me, myself and I!





                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier  

Recalled issues of, me, myself and I …  

written in Sweetsburg

February 3, 2018  

Pictures – Private Collection …

Music – Excerpt Jazz Concert by Stan Getz & Chet Baker …

 
 


			

“ The Book ” – of blank pages –

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  An author’s torment – revisited

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“ The Book ”

         – of blank pages –

A book in search

Of giving birth,

To pages blank,

Free of dearth

Hopes but record,

View so composed

Of words in accord,

To author predisposed

Might ease the way,

That dares initiate

A scribe’s want say,

Without hesitate

When he finds a play,

Empty of intimidate

Upon a virgin page,

The while a book awaits

Words chosen to breathe life,

To the uninhabited posed state

Held be the book, of blank pages!

 

                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                     Written in Roma, It. 2013

      Music, Gymnopédie No.1 – Erik Satie …

 

 

“ I Want To Tell ” – of things that sing –

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“ I Want To Tell ” – of things that sing –

 

I want to tell

Of time that brings,

In early spring

Of things that sing,

Restoring life

To summer brooks,

With twisting ripples

Through shady nooks…

 

I want to tell

Of stars that twinkle,

In your eyes

As you allow a smile,

 I want to tell

About the wind,

Plays in the trees

To kiss the leaves,

That flutter lightly

In a gentle breeze…

 

I want to tell

Of things on wings,

Held butterflies

Who decorate the skies,

Be of nature’s doing

Hence until they die…

 

I want to tell

Of bumblebees,

Bumbling leisurely

Where they please,

As summer plies

Its mellow zephyr,

Thus till fall requires

Nature’s dance defers…

 

I want to tell,

Of world defined

As a man made hell,

May spare a mind

That so wants tell,

With love to give

Thus so to bring,

That we find live

The while we cling,

To things that sing!                                                                      

                                                                       © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ The Last Train ” – may have gone –

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                                                            painting by Claude Monet

“ The Last Train ” – may have gone –

I’d bought in too

A youth’s fallacy,

Ye want find true

Save failed to see,

Fate shan’t renew

A life forever be,

Tho we continue

Frivolously free,

To ponder pursue

And endlessly roam,

Tho state of askew

Too far from home,

Long past ye renew

Will find one alone,

When the last train

Now may have gone!

                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier