Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Departing





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Frank Vincentz
Umspannhaus in Engelsburg, Remscheid-Lennep





we hide ourselves in the collective
 the unconscious
moving 
past my photographed images
of what life could have been

had i waited 

to hold your face to the sun

but you tendered that which must be
 to the sun
before I could stop you 

moistening the lips
of the lilies 

sweeting 

forgetting my lust at your lapping 

and my tears when you left.




copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014



Inspired by The Secret Life of Bees: Thank you Susie


“It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.”



Posted for for Real Toads



Friday, September 26, 2014

The Catfish Eye







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Satsuuma, Louisiana Pastel


she walks with gnarled toes
feeling eels slither
through mud
made of fog.

there, a tiny fraction, 
light's division,
vibrating prisms 
on water's edge, she pauses,

the catfish eye
seeking hers 
its tale of sorrow
bouyant in the sand.

fingers reach
stroking whiskers, she reads
its colors in the water
fading

change is here
it says
as the light shifts
and her toes grow roots.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014 posted for Real Toads and dVerse OLN




Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The Colors of the Stars


Practicing Make-Believe


i  walked alone in the night
the princess of snow
my toes finding purchase
in hummus staked by the moon.

i walked alone in the night
until the stars 
crested and fell
each telling me its story
of unexplained light
as it descended

and i learned to listen
to the colors of their light
as each cried 

in its ferocity.





copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

posted for dverse

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

A Discriminating Palate



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Luis Ruiz Berti





the snails took the long way home that morning,
leaving their trail of slime behind them,
marking territory.

leaves glistened in the sun.
trails crisscrossed like so many overpasses,
an epicurean guide to the gourmet ghetto.

i would have thought basil too strong--
too pungent a stew 
for moist snail mouths,
especially when gone to seed,
white flowers dancing on stalks in the gray wind.

but snails know delight when they taste it,
and whoever said that they lack a discriminating palate.


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Sunday, September 14, 2014

The Sound of Lace






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girl in white lace dress
Evil Erin




words fail the ebbed tide

of emotion pulling at my feet

as the walls of you

pull me deeper.

love's footsteps

weave their way quietly.


I turned,

the lace of your dress

catching me unawares

in a double clutch.


And tears fall

marked as unexpected

in a notebook chronicling

markers.


The shiver of lace has its own sound,

one that I mark now

as love.



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Posted for Poets Pantry.



My older daughter is getting married next June. We bought the dress yesterday.  I expect this will be a time of joy and deep seated feelings for me over the following months. PS. I cry at everything it seems.


Thursday, September 11, 2014

Corridors


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morlaix
Luigi29





1.

little said

little done

i fear the worst

sitting

somewhere in the middle of it

nestled against its cheek

holding thought

in abeyance

it is you

you see

terminating my sight

with your eyes

tell me again

that i will find

my way


2.

time settled accounts the other day

dissipating its thread

in colored loops

spindled before i had a chance

to glean what might have been.


3.

music stirs the mots

in front of me

i see them vibrate

and wonder

if this aria will find

its way home

into my body again.


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A bit of free form with no editing. I am the first to say that I have no idea what all this means




Saturday, August 30, 2014

A Cage of Colors




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Seated Woman with Bent Knee, 1917
Egon Schiele





I hold myself in abeyance
my stories strewn upon walls 
by fingernails too porous for contemplation,
in streams of colors from an unseen palette.

As I watch,
 the stories shift.
Patterns emerge in blues and greens
within the seams left there 
by some carpenter or other,
a master at the construction
of love's fairy tales.
They always seem to find the you
I keep locked inside,
the you I wanted to hold with me,
the you that fled
my cage of colors.

I hold myself in abeyance
my stories strewn upon walls,
upon the walls,
upon the w
upon the
upon
u


.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Posted for Poets United.