why

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Butterflies

             – by the bye –

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Butterflies

– by the bye –

Not incidental
We butterflies,
Ever so gentle 
Yet by the bye,
As ornamental 
To  human eye, 
Will so trample
Reasoning why,
Be florae ample
Ye soon realize,
Holds butterfly
Reach to offer life,
Or graces the sky
As fitfully dancing,
Be fulfilling his bye
The while ambling by! 

                                © Jean-Jacques Fournier





                                                       written in Sweetsburg
                                           	           July 22, 2022






Music -  Vivaldi L’estro armonica Op.3 Violin Ccocerto
Photography - Marianne Dessis & Wikimedia Commons
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier


			

			
						

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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Wanting

	


		

		

        – to know why –










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Wanting





           – to know why –





Would it matter,
Wanting
To know why,
If one didn’t
Get an answer,
Having thought
To wonder,
Ought question
Mental wrought,
Find whether
Trouble ought,
Tho no longer
Above water,
While persists
Probe forever,
One considers  
Being clever,
Mightn’t ever 
Learn reply,
Wanting
To know why, 
Best be left
Without an answer!








Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - excerpt of Debussy, Chopin, Satie (Piano Music)
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier








                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier 	
			                               written in Sweetsburg
			                                     April 17, 2022




		
	
			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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The Why   – of it all –

	


		

		






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The Why   





       – of it all –





 Me, myself 
 And I,
 On the shelf
 Ye ask why,
 Of it all 
 Tho once shy,
 Not the lot
 Yet disguised,
 Or for naught
 Saves one aim, 
 To but hide
 Insecure,  
 Be underside 
 Awaits cure,
 To so bide
 Asks the why, 
 Of it all
 Has one cry,
 May find resolve! 
                                
              © Jean-Jacques Fournier 


    a simple aide-mémoire 
        to remember Conversations,
           save not of the kind to be mistaken 
              with that of Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem line, 
                “Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die”
                                                        ...    
            written in Sweetsburg                                            
                 December 31, 2020

 Pictures - private and unknown ...
 Music – excerpt of  Alone Together, by Chet Baker ... 

			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ Friend ”  – a singular entitlement –

	


		

		






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“ Friend ”





        – a singular entitlement –










Why do they call me friend…










What is their cause





Or purpose





To judge me worthy,





That they should levy





Such expression of regard,





Entrust this much





Responsibility,





To be bestowed





Upon my person,





Thus be asked to manage





With this impressive status…















And to this title friend





A singular entitlement,





Who finds possess





Such impartiality,





Could deem me deserving





Or indeed of capability,





To discharge such obligation





Required and implied,





One has that ability





When one is given title,





That of being called friend…










Why do they call me friend!





 





                                         © Jean-Jacques Fournier





                                                                           written in Vence





                                                                                     March 19, 2002





Photos – by MD & Private collection 





Music – by Elegant Saturday Jazz






			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ Butterfly, Butterfly ”    – fluttering bye –

	


		

		
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Photography by Marianne Dessis … Music, Smoldering, by Kai Engel


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“ Butterfly, Butterfly ”


                        – fluttering bye –


Butterfly, butterfly


Leisurely floating


Dressing the sky,


Fitfully dancing


Shifted by currents


In breezes on high,


Ever so pleasing


You thus advent


Gently trapezing,


Yet softly you fly…


                                                               


Butterfly, butterfly


Fluttering bye


Your beauty defies,


Wonder exemplified


On wings so grand,


And of such splendour


To make rainbows pale,


In light of your colours…


 


Butterfly, butterfly


When summer is low


Too soon you must go,


So where will you fly


To bring life elsewhere,


That offers but sorrow


When you leave our sky,


Butterfly, butterfly


Alas but oh why,


Must your beauty then die!


 


                        written in Grasse, Fr. July 18, 2005


                                  edited in Sweetsburg, Ca. May 31, 2020  


                © Jean-Jacques Fournier


 


                                    A Butterfly ode to they who diligently


                                                 work to prevent the extinction of


                                                            fellow creature, the Lepidoptera…