Sitting quietly by my desk this morning I turned on some easy listening music. Slowly settling into the groove I slid out the construction paper and chalk. Casualy daydreaming about childhood memories of my Madre. I love her and often think of her sweet voice and smile. My beautiful Madre. Your tower was long ago…
Author: Eric Fournier
A creative, independent-minded poet, author, and artist who enjoys turning ideas into finished projects. Also practices American Sign Language.
Morning Coffee: #2
Goodmorning sunshine, what a wonderful day to smell coffee brewing. It’s cool outside, almost like having spring in Autumn. The only shade is my grandmother’s passing. My heart fills full of shards of glass, each a different emotion. Some pass easy, while others whittle away the flesh digging deeper until they hit bone. So, as…
Morning Coffee: #1 ‘Good Grief’
Today was an extremely hard day. Getting out of bed felt like dragging the moon across the sky. Gravity welded me the mattress while the sheets fed themselves around me as a Boa Constrictor would. Welled up inside my chest was a wall holding back the flood of tears. My grandmother passed yesterday and I…
Sadness weeps
Sadness sat in her corner, Lonely, dreaming of memories, Her Granny passed today, In the heart of merry May, Fantasizing about hazy days, Filled with bakery, Heart filled laughs, Never to be heard in now empty kitchens. Now Saddness weeps,
Encore
(This is a work of art about Death) The silence beckons, The grave strives, Death works his magic touch, Barge of life awaits, Tickets sold to Death Gate, Down the river wading in bone and gore, Awaiting Deaths encore. (This is a work of art about Death)
Am I?
Am I the only one that hears the screams, Am I the only one that sees the light streak by, Am I the only one that knows what it is like to be trapped, Am I the only one that feels the whispers on the neck?
Closed Behind Curtains
Sunlight bites at my feet, Straining to open the curtians, Trapped in my minds bitter prision, All alone in a room full of people, Bitter illusion wastes my medicated mind, Standing on the edge, looking out, Seeing life pass me by, Complicated by invisible emotions, Saturated by hidden wounds, Scarred closed by times inevitable passing.
Tear Stained
Undeserved pain hits high walls, Jumping, scraping to escape, Dirt under nails, tear stained cheeks, Straining, yearning to be free, Hitting me in the gut, And screaming at me, Pain escaping with every breath, Only to hit the wall in mid flight.
