Reneé Marie: Currently in Sacramento, CA. Speech-language Pathologist, Army Medical Service Corps Officer ~ serving for 'Peace Through Readiness' and 'Readiness Through Resilience' in the Army Reserve. Deployed to Kabul, Afghanistan, Medical Company Commander,2010. Trained in the Amherst Writers & Artists Institiue (AWAI) method for facilitating writing workshops for underserved populations. (www.amherstwriters.com) . Published in: Writing Alone and With Others, Pat Schneider (Companion DVD, Florentine Films) , Peregrine, Up Against the Wall; Mother, DEROS, the College Poetry Review, Pegasus, the Morgantown Poetry Society Anthology, Poems On the Road to Peace; A Collective Tribute to Dr.... more »
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Renee Marie Poems
Water On Water
From a backyard in Fair Haven, Vermont, a long, distant train whistle feels like water sliced thin by my
Honey is a Drone’s Vomit
I’ll never forget her carefully guarded lethargy and verbal repertoire:
If I Could
What if I could Slam myself into something Break into a million pieces and never feel a thing
Good Morning Neolithic, Triune Brain-Boy
Good morning Neolithic, triune brain-boy looking into the backyard reflective pool because you choose to!
Spring Is Coming
I was simply where I had to be today. Nothing more, plenty less than my best.
The blushing bride wears pink and white without desire to break some old tradition. Daintily she parades up the center isle, angelic glow and radiant her smile.
Living With An Open Heart
I may behave ONE way I may FEEL another way I may inhale worry I may exhale fear
Place my two feet on the ground, feel my breath beyond a lover's gulping
If I am silent - will it ever matter?
Art is a Verb Moving Everywhere
Movement turns to stillness and moves again. Art happens. While you’re not looking art
Those I know who don't 'clock-in' that doodle or dream at home within
(lak' re-mel) , Starved To Death
Some cowboys in Washington cannot synthesizes a substance called 'pain'. Lacrimation is starved to death
She has hands that shoot moonbeams
Every Forest Cries
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Water On Water
From a backyard in Fair Haven,
a long, distant train whistle feels
like water sliced thin by my
stone thoughts. My
summertime, train-whistle thoughts that go
jumping and skimming and sinking
finally into starry night air
weightless. I exhale in-sync like
water. Like restful,
lazy after soft rain still lake-water.
Early morning, early night, long-fading, sweet train whistle