Saturday, August 23, 2014

The Language of Trees

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Mariusz Oleszkiewicz

there is a place i go sometimes 

where the trees have woven their branches

into the length of my spine

their leaves cushioning joints

creaking with age.

and from it

i found a language we share

based on the silent wishes of the heart

unspoken for so long

that they get lost in the neural determinants of bone and sinew.

and sometimes

when i am silent long enough

i wake to find their roots

gently cradling my legs

enrapt, like lovers


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

posted for Poets United 

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Sand Stories

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"Mikrofossils hg" by Hannes Grobe 20:52, 12 November 2006 (UTC), Alfred Wegener Institute for Polar and Marine Research, Bremerhaven, Germany - 

sand whispers in a secret language

speaking its tales of love lost on beds of brine 

tangled in kelp webs

tended by spiders in the dark.

my toes find purchase 

in the last bits

of summer

pulling it toward me

as grubs push toward the surface seeking.

i place my ear over them

 listening to stories

i used to know in my sleep

as salt tips between us

a concave bed 

of passing.

copyright all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

posted for Poets United

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

I Find A Beginning

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Kenny Louie, Vancouver, Canada

grasses whisper through
fog's fingers 
into solace 
at my feet,
a seed at a time,
reminding me that 
even in the end
i find a beginning.

I am at music camp out in Marin County where the grasses line the hillsides in brown.  I was walking the other day and listening to the grasses whisper in the breeze of the early evening--it is amazingly quiet out there. 

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

In case you are wondering where I am

My summer vacation is now over.  It was more of a staycation really--
and tomorrow I head out for 11 day of teaching at a music camp.  I will be back here in a couple of weeks. And as I like to say to my students--"expect new things when I return"  --it is a time of rejuvenation for me-and a period of intense work.

See ya in a few

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Time's Course

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Nigerdelta, NASA

the branch of things moves silently

upon a river with no name.

i hold its ebb and flow

tightly within 

splayed fingers


spilling its heart in rivened tears

thinking that time will stand still.

each drop falls 

returning home

as it flows on

without me.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

posted for Poets United

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Summer Mornings

Early Summer Morning
VSP 75th Anniversary Photo Contest Best in Show by Roderick Perkinson nsh
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summer is a blanket of the softest down

settling upon morning's hours--

i bring myself to move


as coffee

wafts up the stairs

pushing its way toward me--

one more industrious than i

performing the tasks

that mark morning

move me along

toward wakefulness


the sweetness of half dreams


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Posted for Poets United Pantry

I feel the absence of my muse these days--so bear with me

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Check Engine Again

How was it that a check engine light could create so much havoc?

I saw it blink at me

undermining the moment's plans,

an unlikely metaphor really.

Check fluids,

those vital to the smooth running of things

before breakdown.

What would have happened

had I done so

on that spring morning you died

would I have felt that loss less keenly I wonder,

would I feel it less now?

your death left me fractured,

ground at the edges like so much


and once ground

those pieces never fit together again

so when that check engine light came on today

I pounded the steering wheel and cried

for both of us.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 22014

Posted for Poet's United Poetry Pantry