Poem 6
Your blue eyes…
are the sky after a storm
are the place where the sky and the ocean meet
are a summer twilight
are the peace in my soul.
I could look into eternity for
their beauty and calm.
Eve Remillard
6/13/2015
Dreamer
A revival of the senses
The warmth of the sun’s rays
penetrating winter pale skin
surrounded by a concrete fortress of my fears
broken down by the triumphs and failures of risks
a opening to a spring meadow
stirring up a childlike gittiness
to run until I can’t run anymore
and fall down onto blankets of tulips, daffodils, and dandelions in the midst of green sprigs
a newness, a refreshing sense of what could be
Santa Anas (2:00 PM)
I am your wildfire.
Your burning Santa Anas.
With heat that makes men come undone
Strong enough to melt the sun.
(His surface drips like wax.)
Uncontrollable at best.
Spontaneous Combustion.
Ashes on my breath.
Keep your distance, love,
or be burned to your death.
(Love is a fairy tale made up in your head.)
Through the Gate!
Through the gate!
On the other side, lies sunlight;
On the other side, lies hope;
On the other side, lies freedom,
But to get there we must go
Through the Gate!
-30-
Alms For The Poor
You find it funny
when you swing hammers
with a laugh and a smile.
Catching your sibling’s eye;
not to be alone in your odious offerings.
You find it funny
when you see me shrink –
handing ‘round your generational trauma
like alms for the poor.
Like we all should have what you’re having…
But you don’t find it funny
when you meet my eyes –
and the laughter of us all paints
a paltry picture of love
wrapped up in hurtful hand-me-downs.
You know it’s been vicious.
You know I’m hurt.
But really, you’re wondering,
if this will be the time
I finally stand up.
A Too Quiet House
A too quiet house
Greets me when I unlock the front door
No barks to say, “I missed you. I’m so glad you’re home.”
No more petting your fur as you stretch out from your nap.
Lots of tears as I think of
A too quiet house.
Life unto the world
a passage into new passages
looking intensely for new understanding
connecting to another frontier
a passage of spirit
in its renewal to life’s stories
connecting to another frontier
a passage of soul
recharging like a battery
connecting to another frontier
passing through
passing about
encompassing
unleashing
connecting
life unto the world
Beautiful
31 years ago I grew in your womb
30 years ago I was born
And I wonder if you looked at me in complete awe, knowing that for 9 months we were connected, we shared a body, that kind of bond should last a life time
15 years ago we stood in front of a mirror, your words sliced through me
“why cant you be pretty like your sister”
and in that instant, I shattered.
12 years ago, I left your broken nest and flew across the country
My wings barely worked, but they carried me away from you
They carried me away from the..
“why cant you be pretty like your sister”
“you need to stop gaining weight”
“walk 20 feet behind me so no one knows you are with me”
“you were so pretty before you cut your hair”
10 years ago I was free
3,000 miles away your words still hurt
8 years ago I peed on a stick, a plus sign stared right at me
I was now growing someone, we shared a body
and when she was born
I was in awe
7 years ago I held her in my arms and told her how beautiful she was
6 years ago I held her in my arms and told her how beautiful she was
5 years ago I held her in my arms and told her how beautiful she was
4 years ago I held her in my arms and told her how beautiful she was
3 years ago I held her in my arms and told her how beautiful she was
2 years ago I held her in my arms and told her how beautiful she was
1 year ago I held her in my arms and told her how beautiful she was
5 days ago, I held her in my arms and told her how beautiful she is.
“why do you always tell me how beautiful I am” she asks
I smile and say because I never want you to go a moment in your life not feeling beautiful
She took my hands in her face and said “mommy you are beautiful”
and in that instant
those pieces that were shattered
glued themselves back together
(hour 5) Society
Society is there a problem with it?
When bullying is such a no in school that when a kid tries to walk away but gets put in a a situation to defend themselves they get punished and not the original one doing the bullying ya there’s a problem.
As wars are waged over religious beliefs over resources rather than unite and share the riches to help each other.
The shame we should feel destroying the blood, sweat, and tears, that went into cultivating the land our forefathers worked by hand in hopes of providing food for generations to come, but yet we take till there’s nothing left then rip it to shreds dividing the land. Building our fortresses because we know that there is still some hard worked land out there, still untouched, still providing us substance.
Is there something wrong with society? You ask, when factories and employers pick up and move to save a buck, keeping profits up rather giving back to the communities that helped it strive. When the unemployment rate is skyrocketing and sources of work are diminished there’s a problem.
When they say a child is learning disabled but put that child in a class with 30 kids, because its all about a budget and not about helping that child,when the staff and resources are there and available.
There is a problem when we see each other as separate races rather than as one race. When the colour of your shirt gets you shot in a neighbourhoods as if to say i tell you what to wear.
There is so much wrong today in society and it will not change until we see each other as one. Until we stop fighting for over greed, when we see that people keep us moving forward and not whats in our pockets maybe then a change can start. Till then i say society is the problem.