Dearest Brothers & Sisters, Cheers to your courageous hearts, Which rest beneath our feet, Left behind by you paths of blood, Poured for the World’s freedom, From tyranny and war, You fought for peace when none was given, And with wounds fell to bring that peace home, Draped with flag and salute, The horn called…
Author: Eric Fournier
A creative, independent-minded poet, author, and artist who enjoys turning ideas into finished projects. Also practices American Sign Language.
LOVE & LOW SELF ESTEEM
Open up my heart, Vulnerable, easily knocked down like dominos, Clip, clack, falling on the table, Open book, passive to your strategic movements, Enamored by your beauty, Opening up my heart, Eyes, examining me head to toe, Feeling vulnerable as your love washes over me, Defensive and sarcastic, Deflecting your compliments, Inside feeling special, but…
Marvin My Little Man
Marvin My Little man, Your the toaster that would You never believe you can’t Your a mightly little man, My handsome chewawa dude
Our Water World
Water, wet, wild, drenching substance Life giving, life making, Substance of dreams Surfing through our veins Fluid, engulfing our planet Slip & sliding, Through our journey in life.
Water Color Pencil Experimentation
I’ve been experimenting with new mediums, here are a couple results.
Self Portrait (slightly askew)
One of my better self portraits, the angle is askew (perspective is off) I have a hard time with this. However, despite the mistake, its one of my better attempts.
Operation Struggle
It’s been a struggle Life turns upside down on a whim And rights itself in intervals Today was a good day, tonight makes me want to run away News media flashing images of war Sparking memories untold Praying for safety for everyone friend and for Land, oil, money, power All more addictive than opiods It’s…
Depression feelings
I feel bogged down by exhaustion I feel better off alone. I feel I’m lost. I feel indecisive. I feel like a man lost at sea. I feel paranoid . I feel sad. I feel grief. I feel less joy from everything that gives me joy I feel an inability to be a self starter….
GAIA’S OWL
Iris staring out of cold hollow Hoots echo, freezing prey Frenzied flapping causing skitters Amongst the fallen autumn leaves Silhouetted wings glide through New birthed moonlit sky Proudly showing her majesty In glory of the moons powerful trinity Sleek, not a feather out of place She pounces on prey Praying majestically in thanks To the…
