fan girl
Adventure time love
Marceline the vampire queen
Rocks my undead heart
Hour 2: Pariah
[A minute poem, one of my favourite forms]
Buried under layers of lies
Secret whispers
Quiet wagers
Viral rumours
Hidden beneath social graces
Loaded questions
Double meanings
Vicious smiles
Riding high upon their horses
Accusations
Condemnations
Hypocrites all
Hearing and Not Hearing
I hear sounds
Meanings carried like melodies
But the lyrics are lost
In the acoustic ocean.
Hearing tests passed
In quiet rooms the waves still
Soft voices and bright tones
Like clear waters
No ear-worn aid
Could teach my brain to hear
One sound against a thousand
One fish in the shoal
I relax with
Sign language and subtitles
But may not request them
Not being deaf
I love sounds
Music is a lifeline with which
I catch your meaning
If not your words
Poem 2
Blue eyes
as distant
as the
HORIZON
I reach
to pull
you
IN CLOSE
Our hands
holding,
entwining,
GRASPING
Love and desire
you spark
in the green flame
of my EYES
I breathe
my light
into your
SOUL
My heart
beats in time with yours
the rhythm playing for you
my LOVE
Eve Remillard
8/13/2016
I Thought I was Playing Baseball
Someone congratulated me on crossing the finishing line
and I thought of death.
Years ago riding in a car wearing a bicycle helmut
after a head injury
I thought I had drove to work.
Now, I thought I was playing baseball,
that sport without a clock,
where the endings are unpredictable,
forgetting I am in race against time.
In baseball, time can be
stretched, extended, savored.
Time is fluid.
Leisure is possible
A poem can be written
when you run out and
I run in.
We are trying to stay alive,
you and me,
for as long as possible,
maybe extra innings.
Our next finishing line
is coming up fast
oh my eyes
Screen glare hurts my eyes
Design, page colour, light grey
Ah, that feels better
A million miles away
A million things to tell you
A million wishes inside me
A million dreams to be fulfilled
A million emotions to be understood
A million glances to be shared
A million miles to be covered
As the strings of our hearts are connected
But i forgot we are still miles away from each other
Myriad Method
Some bare their souls
While others gaze at the horizon, silent
Some embody gentle peace
And others brutal violence
Some scrape the bottom
While others overflow
Some are always seeking answers
While others claim to know
The only difference is the method
Destination fixed, but different paths
These words our greatest weapons
Answers to all the questions we won’t ask
There is no right or wrong here
Within the darkness dwells the blinding light
Courage will always conquer fear
Peace unattained unless we fight
Mayan tattoo
Mayan pictograph
In Lois’s forearm tattoo
Woman is learning