Author: Eric Fournier
A creative, independent-minded poet, author, and artist who enjoys turning ideas into finished projects. Also practices American Sign Language.
Dropplettes
Sun drops fill our cup, Give us this day your bread, Shine on us your life giving light, Making sweat drop from our forehead, Our flour and tinder, All come from your tender love, Giving us dropplettes of light, To shine through our darkest hours.
Exploring the Fantastic World of Cartooning
I have been focusing on my comic project so much I hadn’t done anything purely creative in a while. Well my poems are an exception. Below is what my mind freestyling mind thought up while reflecting the last 2 years of US History.
FALLING TO HELL
Shovel hits gravel, sliding stone screams out across gilden steel, In slides the blade, out comes earth, Shattered in a trillion pieces, Smashing cross unholy ground, Deep pit, 9 feet, turns to 12, Hole deep above, digging down, pouring sweat In heat wave, feeling, pulsating heat pushing out wave after wave, Tearing through, permeant portal…
HONOR
I am unsure how to credit the photo & story. They both inspire in me a spirit of strength and a desire to share the emotions they bring out in this poem below. Weathered hearts look solemnly upon this child, Expression held back, deep, deep, sorrow, The sparrow neither sings, nor chirps, Little chickadee looks…
Normandy – D-Day Remembrance
Low tide hits soiled shore, Forever washed in blood of yesterday’s war, Never tide, nor storm, May wash away the tear stained sand, Which many marine, soldier, air & seaman, rest their heavy head.
TIED
Pushed close, breast to breast, Breath heaving to and frowe, So heavy and yet so, so, light, Across from each other, eyes dwell like deep wells, Drinking in each others soul, Through heavy breath and sweat filled touch, Passion dwelling bellow, In labored breath yearning, straining against moral restraint, To entwine with lover, in passion…
GOLEM
Stone weight pressing down, Ribs flex backwards, yearning for release, Choking with strangled coughs, Mass sliding over my body, convulsing Fangs biting down, Blood splattering on waiting floor below, Feeling blow after blow, Hit my brittle, hollow frame, Eureka, I hit wood framed in soil, Pounding fist, cracking wood, Soil falling down through cracked plank,…
