Eve Marinier

Eve Marinier Apr 2017

Splatters of dark red,
On dirt canvas littered with holes,
Such is art of war.

Eve Marinier Jan 2017

What is a day,
                     If not a night?
                                             What is night,
                                              if not sleep?
                                                                    What is sleep,
                                                                     If not starting anew?
                                                                                            What is starting,
                                                                                             If not forgetting?
                Wait...

                                    Where am I going with this?

Eve Marinier Aug 2016

One Book

Leather and paper
Pages of ink
Like no other.
And to think,

A thousand words,
Can make you cry,
Or amongst birds,
Can make you fly,

A dusty old tome,
A long forgotten link,
To memories of home,
In only paper and ink.

— The End —