Biography of Jim French
older than I have been, younger than I will be.
Smarter than I was, perhaps
Jim French Poems
From clouds to soil to rivers through hills
I love The smell of fresh bread wafting through the ice air from the bakery
There a place at the back, My little oasis,
There's the sun just behind that cloud I haven't seen it today but, I know its there.
Rooted in soil I reach to pull the clouds After many years I may reach In luck I may be nearer
Thank you for your comments that fly through the wires across the world
If I could smell I would drink your scent in like a man who had crossed a desert Quenching on oasis water
I spent a lifetime one night, Talking to you, Never met, But you know me,
I hate the way that people say that
When the me of 6 years heard grown up speak of concentration camps the 6 year old I
The Rungs In Me
There's a hole in me It grew over 12 years of not seeing you It deepened and darkened until there was no way out After years I thought of moving towards the light
Two towers fell today Two towers were pushed by death in air
Why Only Them?
Why do birds sing, no, thats an old song from an era pushed back in time think of something new to write.
The Art Of Not Wearing A Hood
One day I decided that I would not under any circumstances wear a hood
I spent a lifetime one night,
Talking to you,
But you know me,
You know me more.
Than people I have talked years to,
You know me from an eternity of my lives,
A past shared, but not remembered.
I know you,
From the memories,
Of before I was this me,
Of before you were this you.