Sunday, September 10, 2017

The Function of Mud



MorgueFile
kconners



i stand in the middle of the floor
toes pointing north
heart pulling west
toward the dirt and moss
where you lie

my feet can't move
they have forgotten how

i would bury them with you
so you could teach them
right from left,
teach my heart to beat again

instead, i stuff dirt into my mouth
swallow its grit
feel it follow veins

i am a golem
in the dark

but only until the next tear
falls
turning my feet to mud


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2017

posted for Poets United

Thursday, August 17, 2017

The Price of Gold





Flame Artwork by Audrey Howitt



on the advice of counsel
he threads lies with metallic colors
twisting them into Gordian knots of deceit
to make them more attractive
to starved eyes.

he sits on glittering mountains
counts gold
with sinful fingers, as he
pulls himself up to view the horizon
eyes shaded against the pale light.

overcome by his own beauty,
he fails to see
anything.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2017







Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Fragile Lives



i sit, cracks iridescent
in blues and greens,
the color of the ocean,
of the sky on a clear day.

the softness of my sadness
has filled each crack slowly
time's trowel
busy with the memory's putty

i trace each line
replete,
as i am reshaped.

i am fine with that

after all,
i love blue and green.



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2017


Note: Kintsugi (golden joinery), also known as Kintsukuroi (golden repair) is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver or platinum to highlight imperfections.(Wikipedia)

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Sasha

Sasha


some losses are boats

built of unknown timber
they float between piers
unmoored

i wrestle with their gunnels
feel the nature
of the woods used
for hull and rail
which separate me from
water's long, hard swallow

i trace whorls
sanded and varnished
smoothed by long fingers

i hug myself hard
on salty air
hold fast
and remember to breathe

copyright/all rights reserved 2017


We had to say good bye to my darling girl two weeks ago.  I am a bit adrift.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Patience Frayed



MorgueFile
by Galina Gorlova

words fail
their tricks
subtly fraying
the edges of patience
until all i have left
is silence


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2017

posted for Poets United

after a dry spell. I did NaPoWriMo elsewhere than my blog--and wrote nothing at all for days afterward--

Friday, March 31, 2017

No Yams For me Please




i knew her when the years had rubbed the edges
              off her hunger
              off her fear

she was able to leave
a bit on a plate at dinner
         then

though she still felt
the need
to push it in her mouth

sidelong looks
at a piece of pork
left near the edge
             a taunt
                or a game

but there were months,
years ago
when she eagerly
pushed aside a corpse
or       two
to get to the yams underneath

she knew they were there
death's stench
only an
       obstacle.

copyright Audrey Howitt 2017

Process Note: I should probably change the title of this piece to Refugee's Tales or something along this line--this is a true person and this was her history during the Second World War--I wrote this piece originally as Trump's first Muslim ban came out--

Posted today for Poet's United and for Dverse







Tuesday, March 21, 2017

The Ferocity of Weeds



weeds bloom.

their ferocity pushes tiny heads up
next to the lettuces,
their heads so alike
that discernment
is discretionary,

an ambulatory experience
of chance.