Thursday, April 16, 2015

A Triptych




The Morgue File




A Triptych

1.

The sun casts its own shadows
making darkness out of light.
I stand in them sometimes
pulling my toes to the edge
watching the gravitational pull
against them.

2.

We harvest our natures
like patrons at a buffet
gorging on favorites
in fear that without that last bite
we will lose the selves we know.

3.

I cry into the wind sometimes
just to feel a sting in the creases.
salted rivers
know their way home.




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I am behind in the NaPo thing--this might be #12 on day 16--


The Journey Inward








Monday, April 13, 2015

Cranes






Paper Cranes Hiroshima
Danapit





i write in stillness,
the afternoon floating by.
clouds are like words
creating impressions in the sky
unfolding at their own pace.


soon the moment will pass
and i will fold that bit
of poem
into tiny folds

a crane for peace
a crane for memory
they take their positions
on bits of string
flocking toward blue
sliding by in the distance.


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I know I  have missed a couple for NaPoWriMo. So I think this might be #11???

The Journey Inward.

Friday, April 10, 2015

Waiting





The Morgue File




i burnt the last of you
along with sandalwood
in a bronzed tray
fired with the patina
of sleepless nights.

there was a time i thought
we would grow old
our wrinkled skin a haven
the bliss of the aged
a kiss on my forehead in the dark


i still see you
standing with coffee by the bed
waiting .

i stand by the bed now
and hope you can find me
waiting.

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my #9 for NaPoWriMo











Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Time's Back





The MorgueFile



time steals breath
sneaking in
underneath doorjambs


finding the temerity
to wrinkle skin
during sleep
its presence
always fleeting

its weight felt
only at death

it passed this way once
i felt the wisp
of its back
clawing the floor boards
as i turned
to face it
and you.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

My NaPoWriMo #7

The journey inward

I am behind already. I was going to write about that--but this is where I went instead.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Blue Seas


The MorgueFile




temporary structures
house fears
providing containment
for the worst meltdowns
found in closets at midnight.

others live in the wild
retreating upon encroachment
intended and not
by well meaning adults
who rationalize
a three year old's terror.

she lives in silence
watchful eyes
a blue sea, 
hiding much.

blue seas can darken
in closed closets
as she waits.

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My #6 for NaPoWriMo

The Journey Inward

A little rough, I will have to come back and clean this one up --
I had terrible nightmares and was a hypervigilant child. My father often found me in closets crying when I was three or so---there is a history there--



Sunday, April 5, 2015

Surrender





The MorgueFile




children of morning,
doves coo
in sleep's wake.

they dance on feet
which feel air only
as they hold wings
toward the wind
trusting that moment

i watch, and worry, as

days move toward closure
and i know that
night will claim her sacrifice
in a burning of incense
as mistakes
are surrendered
like smoke signals
against a blackened sky.


copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

My #5 for NaPoWriMo

The Journey Inward



Saturday, April 4, 2015

Walking Backward



The MorgueFile



i slow myself,
walking backward
across invisible stairs,

trusting that the 
treads are clearly outlined
in the bottoms of my feet.

bare on soft pine
i feel long threads
of wood sacrificed and planed.

their length surprises me,
and though eyes are blind,
feet know the way home.



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

my #4 for NaPoWriMo

The Journey Inward