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Eve Marinier Nov 2020
It's not you, it's me,
I need a break, to be free,
Kindly leave me be.
A Haiku to Covid. Kindly get the **** out of our lives.
Eve Marinier Oct 2019
I tap my notes with the tip of my black pen
Before I dare to look... then I look again.
I endure for another ten,
****... I just can't resist
And another cookie ceases to exist.
Hey, at least now it can't disrupt my zen!
Eve Marinier May 2019
Rather than wait, they told me
As soon as I returned:
You were unexpected.

Of course, I thought it was a joke!
Family dinners don't usually

Start with
Unusual silence.
Not a word until our parents
Stressfully and tentatively announce your presence.
Having learned of menopause
I thought it was a joke
Not understanding that you,
Eleonore, were already on your way into my life.
Acrostic poem :)
Eve Marinier May 2019
A bright new sun and playful wind,
Threading wooden hulls,
Along the canvas of the sea,
Propelling billowing clouds,
Along the burning morning sky,

A bright new sun and wings of wax,
Dripping onto an exposed back,
Flying, hoping,
Burning,
Falling,

A bright new sun and a cold, endless sea,
Quenching flesh in brine,
Soothing youthful innocence,
The canvas swells, clouds left rolling,
As a new sun rises, the day begins.
The is an ekphrastic poem about The Fall of Icarus, a painting by Pieter Bruegel.
Eve Marinier Oct 2019
I quit insta to
join this. Sadly I can't fix
haikus with makeup
Eve Marinier May 2019
White horse clothed,
In tones of wine and gold,
Majestic head held high.
Sunlight flowing over luminous skin.
Tangled hair beats against the wind,
As hooves clatter on stone,
Along the streets, they walked,
Over her chest, was draped,
A thin arm, the other reaching for the reins,
Her head bowed low under the weight,
of the gazes of the townsfolk,
Of the sun and the shadows of the mason-work.
This is an Ekphrastic poem about the painting Lady Godiva by John Collier.
Eve Marinier Mar 2020
We tend to forget
that sometimes the goal
isn't the end
we've been chasing.

We all chase happiness.
Running farther,
Leaving things behind,
Sacrificing so much.

We never realize
how far we've gone until
we look back and see
everything we missed.

So, by all means, chase.
But look around,
you'll find you're closer
to what really matters.
Eve Marinier Nov 2019
Love's Blossom
Love is a flower petal,
Twisting through the sky.
Decided never to settle,
It continues to fly.

When it does still, the petal wanes,
Promises are made, broken, renewed,
Passion fades yet the petal remains,
Misplaced in time, rarely viewed,

The river flows on,
carrying away dust
revealing in the dawn,
a petal shivering in the gust,

Without fear nor a care
reveling in the blue expanse,
Gently caressing the air
It joins it in its dance.
Eve Marinier Mar 2020
I think you're gorgeous,
It's my secret. I'll let you
in on it one day.
Haiku for that special someone.
Eve Marinier Aug 2016
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.
Eve Marinier May 2019
I open my computer,
And suddenly it seems the average commuter,
Is either suffering and in pain,
But as I look through the window, out the train,
I see nothing but a little breeze,
And so I ask, can we get good news for once? Please?
Selfish or heartless are words that may come to mind,
But it's just that, these days, good news is so hard to find.
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?

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