“ Contribution ”~ of what purpose ~

There comes a time

Said of aspirants,

Your contribution

Has now scant merit,

Hence undermines

What be of worth,

And clutters mind

With offered dearth,

Of views passé

Bears draw the line,

To thus oblige

New age opine,

With neoteric bent

For uncluttered time,

Begs liberal mention

Of enlightened genre…

 

Alas be of what purpose

Weathered contributions,

Declared be of scant merit!

 

                                                – a reflection on man’s eventual worth,

                                                                      while questioning his legacy

                                                                                  of today’s world state – 

                                           © Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ Mirror, Mirror ” ~ on the wall ~

 

Mirror, mirror

On the wall

Hard to show

My face at all,

You make it seem

Like it was mauled …

 

Mirror, nearer

Your torment,

Can have me cry

And looking bent,

Instead of shy                                                                     

Of seeming spry

As I had meant…

 

Mirror, closer

You discuss,

A weathered face

Made hopeless case,

As craggy crust, 

Shows in its place…

 

Mirror, mirror

You violator

Of melancholy state,

Alas to so deface

What shan’t be salved

Thru your efface,

Or torturous onguent

Inflicts a malfeasant!