Creak the board goes, As foot falls in silent hall, Wooden alarm bells, Warning the Spector, His prey is near, Drifting lazily through decreped, Worn down home, Past where Nature has claimed her own, Resting in nooks and crannies, Animals from fields afar, Protected from mankind, Deeper into the home, Drifting along cooridors, Past scattered…
Author: Eric Fournier
A creative, independent-minded poet, author, and artist who enjoys turning ideas into finished projects.
Also practices American Sign Language.
Future Moment
Closed eyes drifting in silence, Listening to the echoes of beating heart, Dreaming of long lost dreams, Cast below the water, Into the muck, We become more as we grow, Into the being that takes us further, Past the moment, Into the future, Hold the moment they say, For the future is unclear, Yet, is…
Icy Monster Under the Waves
Running down shadowed passageway, Entrance ahead, Rolling ships bulkhead stirring the dead within, Winters grasp grips steely hull, Icy whispers drift within, Running down shadowed passageway, Entrance dead ahead, Sailors scream in dread, As Death looms from under, The Beast that sleeps under icy waves, Looms overhead, Tentacles raining icy torrents of destruction from above,…
In the Shallow Ditch He Hides
(Inspired by Washington Irving’s Headless Horseman, one of my favorite American authors.) In the dark hallow he rests, In and out goes his breath, There is the beat, Chu, chump, chu, chump, The hooves pound the earth, His heart beats, Waiting to see, If tonight is his fate, To fade away into the dark sky,…
Questions?
Dark echoes in the halls of the synagouge, Looking at the dead body of my lord, At the age of 4 he entered my soul, Revelations strike again, Fear, hatred, envy, jealousy all intertwine to take my soul, Victim again, Hatred stabs, murder burns the eyes, While the psychotic stirs within, Demon soul, devil within,…
Amore Times A-Tick-Ticking
Walking down the block, Late that evening, knocking, On your door, Waiting on your answer Amore, Sweet smile beaming from nocturnal reflection, Each hair pinned to perfection, Holding out hand blocking, Each second ticking while grandfather clock, Continues to pass by opened mouthed,
Pans Song
Sitting on the edge of dark woods, Listening to soft song, Drawing listener to rest, Taking shelter in forever song, Dressed in Sunday best. Sitting in eternal trance, Dancing on dreamland’s eternal
Mad Mother
Knows whats it is like for five minutes to be a father, Knows whats it is like to have child torn away, Knows whats it is like to live ten minutes away, Knows whats it is like not having visiting rights, Knows whats it is like watching offspring grow up far away, Knows whats it…
The Ability to Not Give a Fuck.
What do you think gets better with age? I’ve enjoyed the increasing ability to care less about judgements others hold about me.
Soundful Silence
Inside the walls, Screaming aloud, Echos bounce all around, Eons pass, As soul screams, Silence, As dreams drift, Hopes born, Passing into abyss, There alone, Stands I, Surrounded by thought, Countless hours, Of casual eternity, Later, Forever later, Now.
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