59 and Counting

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Death of the Grave Digger

Carlos Schwabe

in the public domain in the United States

i look for bits of me
under beds
in drawers.

dust bunnies run amok.

there was a time
i knew who i was,
it was clear.

on tuesdays
i taught.

on sundays
i slept in,
held your love between my teeth
and inhaled
your scent off my pillow.

fifty nine.
i say it
over and over.

it feels old.

maybe it is.

i look for the youth
i left
stubbornly clinging
to boxes of lace,
afraid to let myself go.

if i opened
the lid just once
would i know myself
in the things
i placed in there
so long ago. . .

fifty nine
years, losing bits of me
i would cry
but i can't find that part of me.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

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The Wave of Breath

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Nasa. Bob Cahalan

This Landsat 7 image of clouds off the Chilean coast near the Juan Fernandez Islands (also known as the Robinson Crusoe Islands) on September 15, 1999, shows a unique pattern called a "von Kármán vortex street." This pattern has long been studied in the laboratory, where the vortices are created by oil flowing past a cylindrical obstacle, making a string of vortices only several tens of centimeters long. Study of this classic "flow past a circular cylinder" has been very important in the understanding of laminar and turbulent fluid flow that controls a wide variety of phenomena, from the lift under an aircraft wing to Earth's weather.

Endings 

confound me

in their ability to make themselves known

in morning hours filled with light,

in dreams 

which foretell

those truths 

blithely overlooked

during day's cognizance.

In dreams, I learn

to ride the wave of breath

to its natural end,

a replenishment 

of that interior landscape

so ready to receive.

So too,

today's end

wrapping itself around a calendar date

which marches forward

regardless of intent.

I breathe.

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Past Promises

Hand einer Seniorin

Andreas Bohnenstengel

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on the verge
i saw it
still in the calm
distance
between us

it was fleeting
moving past me
as i blinked
fringing
my lashes

and
without fully realizing it
opening my eyes
there
underneath
the tension of us
it sat
saying
in small letters
that only
i could hear

reach out your hand
i was here all along


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Happy Holidays to all! May you all find the peace you seek.

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Postlude

morguefile

they shift, each in its own rhythm

the lace of the living,

 enfolding the sleeping

in brittle arms,

speaking in whispers 

of tomorrow's 

sated sorrows.

I close my eyes,

speak their words

to the fallen beneath me.

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Posted for Poetry Pantry

NaNo NaNo, I'm Nuked

i find my thoughts strained
like puree
maybe strawberry i think

i think idly that would taste good
delish in fact
better than tomato

but its only because i haven't had any in a while

the nano is done
i submitted at 50148 words
but the story
well that might take a while yet

but the brain needs some rewiring
right about now
so short me
or slide me a new one

silver platter is over there
just ready

stop short of the fingers please
they are on auto pilot.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014


Hi everyone. NaNoWriMo is done and I finished! The event, not the novel. I think I am about 2/3 there. I am taking some time to read and write some poetry before I go back to it!

Posted for Poets United

My Absence

Hello all. If you are wondering where I am thins month. I am doing Nanowrimo. Determined to get through!

See you soon.

Audrey

A Soprano Practices

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Breathe.
Hum.
Notes will follow.
Timbre,
vibration,
support,
mask,

air speed,
narrow through passagio,
bite into tone.

Headier,
Go for headier,
core in the sound,
legato, LeGato, LEGATO.
Vibrato.
Italian, french, german,
translate text.

Emote.
Connect.
Find the high B flat.

So exposed,

dig down deep in the body,

go, you can do this.

Argg!

Too wide.

Try again,
and again,
and again.


I sing and teach classical music. I am a big lyric Soprano--bordering on spinto--this is what practicing is like for me--about an hour and a half a day, most every day--

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014.  Posted for dVerse.