24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I was in a sacred place that had changed.
I struggled to take my shoes off.
I sat down in a different place and lo,
I saw you, heard you singing
Where I didn’t expect you to be.
I could not believe eyes, ears.
But it was you, and you seemed amused.
Now I am walking down a path, that changes,
And changes again.
I am dropping berries, my shawl is slipping.
I pass by those who know you, but I do not stop.
Somehow this journey is solitary,
And I know it.
“A watched pot never boils”
my grandmother used to say.
Truer words were never spoken.
A watched pot never boils…
A poem never writes itself…
not without great labor…
and waiting…
And then the words boil over…
from the heart
from mine, to another
who feels the same things.
A connection is made…
all because my heart
boiled over with words.
Eve Remillard
6/14/2015
Now, you walk away all
smug superiority and I
am relieved that the charade
is over.
Now, you escape from the city and I
can return to my throne
of art galleries & local restaurants
in peace.
Now, you retreat to silence and I
chatter endlessly at every
encounter, grateful for renewed
human connection.
Now, you are shattered and I
am stitched back together
by a band of monkeys
moving on.
green beans sliding down the wall
homework floating in the tub
and you, Dad
with your feet in the car
upside down
your face in the grass
dome light on for all the world to see
the glitter of the can in your hand
the can on the lawn
under the seat I see
one can, two cans, three…
my Mother
and Me
as we drag you in
night after night
and you smile in your sleep
and you snore
and you never remember, Dad.
…you never remember.
I hate green beans.
There is no place like home.
There is no place I call home.
There are places I come from,
there are places I’ve been to,
there are places I’m going.
There is a space I’m using,
a place that’s mine for occupancy,
but is it home?
I no longer belong where I came from,
(I think I never did)
I am not yet where am I going,
and I am only temporarily passing
through the space that I’m using.
There might be a place
that is like home, but how
would I know, if I don’t
have a home to compare it to?
we need to follow
the footsteps
already there…
fresh snow this spring we need
to clean from the Apple
tree we need to Watch before we need to go again… We need a New house every season
I lie here, watching seconds slide away,
With pre-dawn colours lighting up the sky,
And wish I could command sleep: “go” or “stay”
And know that it would mock me if I try.
Great roaring yawns rip through me with each breath
Demanding I drop everything and snooze.
As soon as I begin to droop, excess
Of undreamt dreams assault my senses, too!
Perhaps the half would have been wise at first,
I didn’t think that I would have to train!
Kicked off with such an energetic burst,
Then fizzled after midnight, the acclaim
No longer strong enough to dull the thirst
For R.E.M. sleep, or a working brain.
Form: Sonnet.
I started this in hour fifteen, and fell asleep at the computer. Here it is then, the hurdle that felled me. Catching up would be easy enough, but not in line with the rules. One poem an hour… and I slept for two-and-a-half hours straight. I dream pretty vividly, but not in verse.
Pen to paper
no ink,
no thoughts come.
Where are the words
that come unbidden
as I drift off to sleep
or observe life passing by?
Where are the words
I drown in
as I am overcome
with emotion or love?
Eve Remillard
6/14/2015
Thinking,
in solitary confinement, recalling.
Listening,
to your conscience, peacefully gathered.
Accepting,
your authentic self,realizing.
Adjusting,
now in peaceful serenity, stress free living.
As my head aches random things come to mind
I need my glasses
Tea is brewing
I eat my cereal
It is late at night and I am tired
I am home watching my dog
The fan is spinning
So is my head
How to get rid of this pain?
I watch my Dog sleep and I envy him.
Typing these poems that I am behind one
I am drawing a blank.
Drive fast, sleep running
Angry birds sing.
The chocolate cake is done
I am beginning to dream
I am determined to finish
Weight is up, yet I am hungry
Dance, perform
Go to Bed.
Dream