Poetry on a canapé – A journey through Jean-Jacques Fournier’s poetry
I am the colour
Of human disorder,
That shades the stay
Of man made suffer,
While held at bay
Be caused such pallor,
In ominous way
With spurious cover,
Feigning fair play
Thus to be coloured,
With doubtful recover
For fated mankind,
Bearing colour be mine!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
via “ I Am The Colour ” ~ of human disorder ~ — Poetry on a canapé
I am humbled and ever so thankful for all these generous and kind words, as well as the honour of you publishing my poem ” I am the colour ” – of human disorder – that of which man has done little to redress, and if anything keeps sinking ever lower. Sorry for my cynicism, tho I do keep hoping.
Thank you, right from the heart, dear Hülya !
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I appreciate your cynicism more than ever before, dear Jean-Jacques. It seems that we are forced to resort to such venues in these times of great confusion. grave despair, and a tremendous lack of ‘redressing’ issues “of human disorder”. Thank you for your poetry. Thank you for you. From the bottom of my heart!
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thank you 🙂
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Thank you, dearest Bill, for being here. (I couldn’t help it this time…I just had to share one of that dear friend’s poems)
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He’s a very talented poet. So nice of you to share his work.
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I am in full agreement with you, dear Paulette. It is a rare pleasure for me to house one of his latest poems on my Blog. You have my thanks for your visit and comment.
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