Wednesday, April 16, 2014

At the Barre

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At The Barre
Pierre Carrier-Belleuse
(In the Public Domain in the United States)

i centered myself on the tips of toes

dancing over letters

of my keyboard 

the function keys purpling en point

i find myself each day circling over them

depressing the spaces, dipping down

into that place inside my gut

which looks for its way forward

its way out.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

I am not sure why the dancing metaphor is so present for me right now, but I feel myself working through something with it. My apologies for repeating myself.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Turning Point
Dega, Dancer 1874

turning point arrives

arms pinned

for balance

they say

spot, turn, spot, turn

momentum from that inner part of my core

the part i hope will save me

spot, turn,


until i find an answer

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Change is in the air.  I looked up the word "crisis" today--that turning point at which, for better or worse, future events are determined.  I will be losing a major source of income this summer aat a time when we will be experiencing a financial contraction anyway--my husband is retiring from teaching school. So I am asking the universe for answers.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Moon Rise

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Wing- Chi Poon, 2007

moon rises

upon the glistening lake,

an orb of time


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

This is a wish really--i wish to see this out my window at night--

Posted for Poets Pantry

Friday, April 4, 2014

Hacked, Hacked and Yack the Hack

I am enraged and that doesn't happen all that often

Rage is an odd emotion

I feel like I am overflowing my boundaries

onto the pavement beneath my feet.

So this is the story.

For years, my primary email account was at Yahoo

Then sometime in January, it was hacked.

I changes my password like a good Yahoo account holder and thought I was done

Not on your life

Four, count them, four hacks later,

I closed my account

Lost all my poetry notifications

Lost all my emails from and to students

(My livelihood)

I am slowly finding you all again.

Leave a comment so I can trail back to your site--

And bear with me a bit


Friday, March 21, 2014

An Abundance of Absurdities
Hieronymus Bosch
The Concert in the Egg

we make do with what we find

chipping away to gain purchase

ethereal laughter always taking root

from the inside first

tending to flocks

adorned in their own absurdities

their song 

one on my own making

imprinted before the first crack was sighted

i lead only because i cannot follow

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Monday, March 17, 2014

John William Waterhouse, Miraanda

the sea claims its own

incessantly murmuring

opening dreaming doors

bent upon hinges

that have felt the salt's long lick

while we all wait along its shore

hug it ravenously

as time stills itself

in hope of return

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

A Fork in the Road

Irises, Van Gogh

she read my cards once
when i was a tall willowy blond of 20

and told me that two roads were open to me

one based on my looks

and one not

and that each held its consequences


happiness was to be found

only on one of these.

choices are good.

i only look back sometimes

to recall that fork in my path.

i took the one less trod upon

i'll leave you to guess which.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014 

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