The Poetry Marathon

City

Imagine the city

with its throngs of people,

crowds melting into each other,

voices blending together –

and amidst all, there’s you –

a lonely voice – unheard,

a lost face

in this crowded space.

what did i miss on the mess

mind typing whatever comes
in the making knowing everything
you and me in the word without borders
yehey! this coffee makes me awake
i am a number one nocturnal queen
talking to my merciless keyboard
while i hear the morning alarms
of roosters in the neighborhood
i love this poetry marathon
i am going to the finish line 3 hours to go
12 hours with 12 prompts
imagine the life of an artist and poet
different time zones
different places
different cultures
but here we are playing
like there is no tomorrow
how far can i go
how slow can i think
while bed is calling me now
and it’s five:08 in the philippines
there might be mi__ _ing piece
but this stuff i won’t forget

Poem 9

We need…food

that we might break bread together

We need…wine

that we might laugh and make merry together

We need…understanding

that we might lean in on each other

We need…joy

that we might find our burdens divided

We need…love

that we might always belong together in the chaos

 

Eve Remillard

6/13/2015

 

Yoga

there came a day when I closed my eyes and let everything go, all the stuff I had been carrying and what I reminded myself was that I had to let myself go, I folded back into a hallow back and found space within my spine I didn’t know existed… had I been healed of all the pain I carried, it felt great breathing into my back and sudden coming up out the bend I was as high as I could be spiritually, I didn’t want to leave that feeling, but life brought me back to it… insecurities, I hope to be sick of the word soon, until then, I’m backing out…

Poem 9/24 – Quick Quick Slow

 

prompt 8

We Need.

We need to bring about a new age

Of peace, and bounty bars,

With lashings of honey,

And rivers of money,

Said the scarecrow man, holding the placard,

Earnestly shoving his face into mine.

Don’t you agree?

He said.

 

I don’t like bounty bars,

I replied.

Not enough chocolate.

 

We need, instead, Minstrels in buckets

And Mars Bars in droves.

We need cats in the choir,

And dogs playing with fire,

Said the lady to the left, holding her handbag

As though it housed a bouncing bomb.

Don’t you agree?

She said.

 

I don’t like cats.

I replied.

Not enough meat.

 

We need to let the cops know the whereabouts

Of the Quality Street gang,

Holed up in China Town for real,

Playing roulette on a liquorice wheel.

Said the burglar to my right

On his way to the next lucrative job.

Don’t you agree?

He said.

 

I don’t like liquorice

I replied.

Not enough crunch.

 

Oh, go on! You’re a right stick in the mud.

No imagination. No rosy flights of fancy.

You’re as turgid as a Toffee Crisp,

Or melting messy Walnut Whip

Said an old woman just in front,

Waving her stick of Blackpool rock.

Don’t you agree?

She said.

 

I don’t like toffee

I replied.

Not with my fillings.

 

We need a revolution, all right, of sorts.

We need to be left alone to stand, or fall,

To like what we like, and bugger the rest,

Chocolate, toffee, sherbet, or lemon zest.

I said, buttoning my coat up, tight,

With a finality that left them gasping.

 

I don’t like change.

I said.

Not enough warning.

 

 

 

At A Loss

She asked what was wrong

When she saw that I was upset

And the tears were barely contained

 

I began to speak in a soft voice

Controlled, as I kept emotions at bay

Short, yet detailed answer

 

Hurt at the lack of expression of care

By friends at the passing of my grandma

When the group had done for others

 

She looked uncomfortable

Not one for warm and fuzzy

And then said- “Ok, now back to me.”

 

Depression

All I know that is is that rain never falls twice in the same place.

Dampness at my eyelids, sliding down cheeks, Hush my child,

it is merely rain. I am not cryin, those are not tears, and yet

even as the thunderclaps and the lightning sizzles ozone,

I am confronted with the loneliness of it all, silent and stoic,

palm trees flattened with the weight of rain, the wind which

screams like a woman and threatens to tip me over side,

to which all I can think is goddamn, this is my death

and I can only mutely watch as light burns and dark consumes,

that pain which slices deep, and you know, as I know,

that we never really speak of it though it’s there.

mattering of selfless one

operation mechanization

materialization motivation

enchanting and evoking

invoking and attuning

 

allegories of old and new

enchanting scene in the mind

gathering thoughts prevailing

even twilight so delight

 

carol of new dawn enchanting

amplification simplification simply expressing

dynamism motionless antidated a  mandate

 

narrating to infinity reasons alluring

agitation explosion

traversing tides

 

mattering of selfless one

Trampoline Time

Oh, Jump
Oh, Jump,
I climb high
I cry
Cause
Reaching the sky
Is off limits
On trampoline time
Oh, So, I jump
Jump and jump
And jump,
NO, words to fly
Oh, so I cry
And cry
I can’t find my
Poet’s eye
Where did it go inside of my mind?
Yikes!
I jumped to high
Ice
Found within
Trampoline time-

Universal sky-I’m fine