Saturday, August 15, 2015

The Leaving






The Morgue File






i have ignored it,

the thought of your leaving,

the sheer weight of it behind my eyes.


it builds sometimes,

like an over salted piece of fish

assaulting me

even before I get it into my mouth

to chew on the idea.


but the days are getting smaller.

soon a pocket Saturday will come

and I will put you on a plane again

another nine months of Skype.


in the time you are gone

much will happen,

but mostly, i will miss you,

in the tiny moments of my day

the ones you so casually inhabit,

the bits of lime and avocado in my salad

a reminder.


and if i am lucky,

the scent of you will be right there

on your pillow

when i rest my head there

after you leave.



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015


In a few short weeks I send my youngest daughter off to the Kodaly Institute in Kecskemét for nine months. I read Claudia's piece about her daughter, and was able to sit down and write this piece for mine. Thank you Claudia!


Posted for Poet's United Pantry



Friday, July 24, 2015

Stones Rest


The Morgue File
Dianne Hope



i feel stones in the cracks of my feet
wedged between souls
left too long in the wind
to know their way home

lost, they find solace in small things,
the feel of sand
in the mind's eye
stirring memories
into paths.

i feel them most in winter,
when all souls seek sleep.
I lay down stones
in the shadows of their desire
hoping we both will rest soon.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

Posted for the Pantry

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

A Leaf Smiles


The Morgue File




It fits somehow
that leaves fall
in the wake of tears
leaving behind what they have known

They smile as they touch the earth
grace the soil
with joy.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015



my words: joy, grace, abandonment, smile, leaves, tears

Posted for D'verse on it's fourth anniversary! Congratulations Poets!

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

The Stillness



The Boat
The MorgueFile



we find rest where we can
in slips and covers
with notices pending
our to-dos tightly knit
upon our foreheads.

we think of night, its blackness,
a movement upon a sea of thoughts;
dreams we loosen in the
slipstream of the moon,
never noticing
their path,
an ebb and flow through
until we find,
stillness.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015
Posted for Poets United



Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Strawberry Juice



The Morgue File



love is a slice of something sweet
that dribbles down your chin
strawberry juice
sluicing onto pinafore white
as you held me on your lap
and smiled

brilliantine hair
in sunlight

your smile
etching lines of forever

eyes still see you
the lines, a road map
home



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

For my Papa, without whom I would have been lost. Posted for Poets United



Sunday, June 14, 2015

Garden Shorts



The Morgue File



1.

beetles know their way home
ground into blurry lines of movement
my eyes follow their tracks


2.

i flutter
in the still afternoon
awash in color
unseen


3.

burrow
until i cannot see the sun
home
again

4.

old bones
find sun first
as warmth
trickles into
sinovial fluid



copyright/all rights reserved. Audrey  Howitt 2015

It is a month of weddings, graduations,birthdays,  listened.and recitals in our family.  I sat in my garden today and listened.


Sunday, May 31, 2015

Resistance



Morgue File




you surprised me yesterday.

you knew,
much deeper than i,

that once again, i stand in my way

road lead, as they must,
to unexpected places

awkward turns imposing 
their own justice

lying in inexorability.

i have walked,
pushing past obstacles
moving stones.

the clearing of the road
was the thing 
i loved most.

but this stone,
moves me, 
past 
around
through.

resistance gains me nothing
as stones are inevitable,
each rejoicing in its own truth.

paths are funny that way.



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

posted for Poet's United