3) Orchestra 2016
ekphrastic
Dear…
Dear armadillo,
Root around in the branches all you want
Dig up any grubs, worms, or whatever it is you eat
But please do not succumb to your suicidal tendencies
And throw yourself under the wheels of my car in my own driveway
I don’t think I could stand starting the day with killing a harmless armadillo
Dear spiders,
Build your webs in the corners
Catch any critters that get in
But please do not build your webs in my bathtub
If you persist in doing this,
I will persist in turning on the shower head and rousting you out of there
So please, do us both a favor, and keep to the corners
Dear 1890s farmhouse,
Forgive my sudden sprints through the hallway at night
I still suffer from a fear of the dark
Forgive my slow invasion
As I determine where everything should be
Forgive my longing looks
I find I’m slowly falling in love with you
Dear country road,
I am learning your curves and dips
I am learning to watch for deer
I am getting used to your appearance in fog
In rain
In daylight
And deep night
Please be patient with me and let me memorize your ways
Dear me,
Be patient
Take your time
Learn this place
And breathe
Shine
Attention,
Who doesn’t like it.
Fame,
You got to fight for it.
My Darling,
A little girl
Still stays inside you
She may want to be a princess
but you need to be the Queen.
Those bright lights can hurt your eyes
There will be betrayals
Its no surprise.
Running after fame
Is just too lame
You are born to win
One who knows her game.
So,get ready to sweat in the sun
And shine in the night!
Jack in the Box
Selfish Jack
Because you never let me see what’s inside
You never let me in to see what’s inside
As my suspense builds up with each wind
You never let me see what’s inside
I’ve known you all this time
Yet you never let me see what’s inside
This house that Jack built
This box you live in
I wait and I wait for your song to end
But you still won’t let me in
Just to see what you’ve done to that weasel
Maybe it’s supper time for you and the weasel
Is your home nice and cozy for you and that weasel
Have you many places to seat who you entertain
Is there room for me in your humble abode
May I please see your table and chairs
The draperies hung to your windows
The tea kettle on your stove
How many boudoirs do you have, is there one for me
Please I must see
The weasel no longer lives in Jack’s house
I think he may have cooked him
i wasn’t invited so I don’t care
pop goes the weasel
~ism
Dust Storm
Heat oppressive builds and grows.
Climate change alters jet stream course.
Mans abuse and theft now shows.
In readiness all objects he stows.
A phenomenon from Sahara source.
Heat oppressive builds and grows.
Veiled darkening sky almost glows
Sand plucked in upward force.
Mans abuse and theft now shows.
Winds whip dust, bar pressure lows.
Fires burst through tree tops, worse.
Heat oppressive builds and grows.
Palls of smoke curl, obscure follows.
Without relief, no rain to endorse.
Heat oppressive builds and grows.
Mans abuse and theft now shows.
Poem 3
For sale, black leather
baby shoes,
worn, cracked, aged.
Twenty-five dollars,
found in a tourist shop
among patriotic towels,
candles and soaps,
all over-priced.
Forgotten by the buyer,
unknown by the feet
which wore them
so long ago.
Where is the man
whose mama carefully saved
to buy those shoes,
who lovingly tied them,
kissed his round face,
and held his hand
to steady his steps?
Where is the man
who loved his mama,
and smiled up at her eyes
and went on his way
in the black leather
baby shoes?
Eve Remillard
8/13/2016
Phrase Florist 2016 Marathon Poem #3: Alberto’s Jana
Alberto’s Jana
Hay shafts of hair
Eyes from the ocean
Lips pale and pink, on verge of a smile
Hands held together
Ears ready to listen
Simple white dress, grey-shaded one shoulder
She carries a story
Close to his heart
A daughter, a child of legend on paper
Before Darkness
Before darkness creeps into the garden,
Before the mosquitos begin to dine,
We settle into our lounge chairs,
To breathe and enjoy the time.
Fragrant bouquets of summer,
Mix with the nearby herbs.
Sounds of children laughing,
Playing undisturbed.
Leaf-filtered sunset hues,
Cloudless blue above,
Frame the guilded birds in flight,
Singing songs of love.
Entwining fingers, holding hands,
Love connects and courses through.
As the twilight turns into night,
The day lives past its due.
Before Darkness
Have you ever given the deepest parts of yourself?
Have you ever placed your fragile heart securely with another?
Have you ever given that you so desperately seek?
Have you ever been that someone’s missing link?