“ Inadvertency ” – a lapse of memory –

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“ Inadvertency ”

– a lapse of memory –

 Mindful, be unforeseen
 That memories will fail,
 Hopeful not to extreme
 For fear of minds derail,
 In a posit made sombre
 Thus be forever fraught,
 From a lapse of memory
 Errant as to be brought,
 By its narrated stumble
 Be of words gone awash,
 Has one in a new bubble
 Giving notions to curse, 
 Aired not as a mumble
 Views now but adverse, 
 Left to exist in a jumble... 


 ‘Tis sad state of decline
 All the while you watch,
 Feel its thought melting
 As a reoccurred botch,
 That a word will mend
 Holds cause be reborn,
 Extant failure finds end 
 Tho ye suffer self scorn, 
 Despite held to append... 


 Whilst pained to so find
 An apprise of words lost,
 Tells of old fails conveyed  
 Wants inadvertency tossed! 


                       ode to over worked minds...

 

                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier
                                                                  
                           written in Sweetsburg   
                                        November 23, 2020  
  
 Pictures - Personal & Public Collection...
 Music - Stone, by Hara Noda    


“ A Snowflake ” – at the bottom lies –

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“ A Snowflake ”

            – at the bottom lies –

Holds reason wonder,

About the others

Who first arrived,

And now held under,

Tho manage to survive,

While on the surface

The more materialize,

Layer upon layer

The scale expands,

Thus be no error

They find hold hands,

Supporting each other

To bear the strain,

Makes need to shoulder

Until snowflakes turn to rain…

 

A snowflake

At the bottom lies,

Hence be others

That too will smother,

Yet given druthers

Reach to save those left,

Spared not of shelter

From mans foulness,

However not in vain

As natures fate egresses,

Destined suffer it’s to blame

Alas until snowflakes turn to rain!

 

                                       © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                                                                                                                Music – Winter Night Jazz , BGM…

Photos – Personal collection …

“ Life ” – be but a minute –

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“ Life ”

         – be but a minute –

The journey starts

Tho moves so fast,

Seems off the chart

As conjectural cast,

Life means impart

On a short tenure,

Found is my part

In fates September,

As I a minute ark,

Will soon surrender

Seen ephemeral part,

May hold remember

A diminutive minute,

Mans unwitting enter

That is to be ones life…

 

As life be but a minute

Do pardon my rancour,

If you crowd my space

I am short of candour,

As be no time to waste

Nor room for squander,

So I’ve cause to make haste…

 

In the wake of all to die

As will prized September,

When reality need not hide

Find ye peace in fall’s slumber,

And the minute to live described

Thus as said of life, be but a minute!

 

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Imagery, symbolic of depicting life…

Music, Miles Davis Ascenseur pour l’échafaud…

Wrote for audio, in Sweetsburg August 14, 2020…

“ When Memory Fails ” – held in time will –

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“ When Memory Fails ”

                  – held in time will –

When memory fails

As held in time will,

You’ll find it pales

Said ‘tis all but still,

Tho we’ll so falter

Must find to bide,

In kindly shelter

Until subsides,

Its weary burden

As one tries hide,

Ways it’ll worsen

In destined slide,

Of a dying mind

Be receding use,

Far beyond find

Now so abstruse,

While shy of time

As recall hides,

In its seclusion

Tho one is to abide,

When memory fails

In its retched mental prison,

Time wants tell to say goodbye!

 

                               ode to victims of failed memory…

                                                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier

       Music, of Erik Satie – Gnossienne 1, by Otto Tolonen, guitar

 

“ Awake ” ~ should fate so will ~

As I awake

To day anew,

A gift to take

Life to renew,

Fugacious stay

Be of fates will,

As each new day

For time to fill,

In meagre way

If but to have

Chosen align,

Even if halved

By failing gods

Who fall behind,

With dated skills

In garbled minds,

Too aged to fulfil

Their role per se,

Fearing their state

Renders man still,

The while awake

Should fate so will!

 

“ Colour Me Human ” ~ in the colour of life ~

 

Colour me human

Be her ambition

In world to imbue,

With exacting will

Wants vibrant hue,

Says ‘tis reflection

Of colours be true,

In shades held free

Save colour of blue,

Wouldst imply sad

Begs colour renew,

In the colour of life

Be the colour of you…

 

So colour me please

That I hypothesize,

To accept with ease

I’ll find empathize,

Fading life shades

May not so apprise,

We’ll soon turn blue

In a dank shady haze,

Not colour you chose

To best colour me too!

 

“ What Will Hold Sway ” ~ to be rid of hate ~

 

One ceases wonder

What might hold sway,

On yet reached state

Gone beyond late,

Would set us free

In time be rid of hate,

To not play race

Nor creed or faith,

Means embrace bait,

Preached by man dubious

In a dogmatic place,

In grips now held as bold

Where power so extols,

Man would find to call fate!

 

ode, to the overpowered by hate,
the world over…