24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My head is heavy truly
from sacrificing words
The spewing made me dizzy
Feeling untowards
I need a day, nay two
to find a new perspective
I’m presently inclined
toward horizontal restive
A pillow and my CPAP
are all that I require
Good night to all I say, I do
I’m ready to retire…
Aloha!
#37
fleas in heaven
i hope there’s fleas
in heaven
cos all dogs
have fleas
& if heaven
has no dogs
then heaven
is no place
i want to be
Well, thank dawg!
That last one was easy (careful, it’s deeper than it looks!) ((It’s not, it’s just an end point, huzzah!!))
The card above got the most number of hits, but no bingos sadly. I got 3 x 3 in a rows overall. A pretty sorry performance by many bingo-ers expectations. But I’m pleased enough. & so to bed … :P.
The most wonderful moment
Relax and forget about everything
No doubt about
The most important part of my day
Happy Dreams!!!
(Free Verse 2015)
Sleep…
the great escape
for the mind,
body,
soul.
I dream of
faraway places,
people I love,
darkness, light,
words in my heart.
I dream the ultimate dream:
to be loved
wholly, completely.
Sleep one day
will be eternal.
But now it is
fleeting,
the dream state
the story board
for my heart,
my soul.
Eve Remillard
6/14/2015
Known by so many names
Netflix queue of conundrums
Netflix choice purgatory
Netflix spiral of despair
The queue grows and grows
Then there comes a day
So many choices
Genres, actors, directors,
Reviews and synopses
Stories to be explored
Dialogues to be experienced
So much time spent scrolling assessing reading reflecting
4 stars 3 stars half stars
Well reviewed, well received
Known actors, known directors
Most popular trending tasty treat of a film
My finger hovers over the select option, but
Next to it, another film
Unassuming, similar in genre, style
Possibly concept
Yet less reviewed, barely viewed
Almost forgotten
Let’s see what happens
Press play
The queue will remain
but I will change
Each choice leads to another.
A long day’s journey
A long day’s night
My pillow awaits
Fluffed just right
A dream or two
Is calling my name
I imagine my writing
Won’t be the same
My head to mattress
My light snaps to dark
I am over this day
To dreams I embark
Goodnight you fair poets
You geniuses too
The ride has been gnarly
The poems have been too
Good night sweetest evening
I really had a ball
But someone will die
If my phone rings a call.
Spinning down in frailty
slowly spinning drain
or melting.
No time control
finger swirl
mind blown.
Gripping onto anything
quickly to the end
or fading.
“Do you feel confused, uprooted, at a loss-almost depressed but not quite?”
Sure always
Doesn’t everybody?
We play this game called life
You know-
Job, family, home
Creative frustration
Walking a fine line between
healthy and dead.
It’s a bad juggling act at an empty circus
Confused? Sure. No one told me
Most of what I should know
I found out the hard way
Once I figured it out
I find out I’m wrong
Been uprooted like trees after a tornado
Happened so many times
I can stand upside down
Lost? Never been found
And depression?
We dated for years
Depression is that bad relationship
That won’t give me back my key
Yes- life- good times there
Headaches, bosses
Dishes and unmatched silverware
Frolicking in laundry and car repair
Lucky I made it this far
Haven’t slit my wrists
or driven off a cliff
The body holds and the laundry piles up
Money problems and bouncing cell phones
Take your pills and water the plants
Feed the cat and mash the potatoes.
It’s all there.
Like a found wallet
You gotta look inside.
You hope for riches
You end up with dimes.
(First line taken from Finding your Way Home by Melody Beattie)
I am looking out the window
Glad to see that morning has come
And the writing of poems will cease
As I slumber heavily on my pillow
The time has been enjoyable
And excruciating- as occasionally
Time ticked by so quickly
And others, tocked about aimlessly
I will do this again
Thankful for an exceptional experience
And conversations with like minds
And kindred spirits