Sunday, August 21, 2016

Blunted



i am stuck in sadness
its teeth
sharper than i recall

its fear
an ooze
that seeps

liquids never run--
they fade
leaving stains
brown
and red in the sun


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We are waiting for xrays for my 14 year old dog tomorrow.  She is in pain and not putting any weight on her back left leg.  I am fearful and sad.







Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Symbiosis



i am the ordinary
the middle
--aged
--class

feeling tenterhooks
in the small of my back

lodge in the place
where love used to roost

arthritis builds its condo spread
 on that tract now

a co-habitation --
a formless tendency
toward bilingual fluency.



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016

Posted for Poets United Poetry Pantry

Sunday, July 24, 2016

A Cuppa



she went first.

it was her way
to settle things early on
broach unpleasantries
teacup in hand

launch earl grey
through spit
shine until done

crepe smile
fingers bent
ditching the cup
in favor of
a lily.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016

Posted for Poets United Pantry






Saturday, July 9, 2016

The Center of Things




By Alexa Szlávics - Own work, http://www.szlavicsalexa.com permission: http://www.szlavicsalexa.com/licence/licence.html, GFDL, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=34083052



I am the darkness,
awaiting exposition
by peripheral light.

You come,fear etched
in the many colors of your face.
Do you know that you flow
from my center--
your beauty, from mine?

I will sheath you in death's stillness
but for a moment
before numinous breath
finds you 
and calls you away.



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Friday, June 17, 2016

Portraits at Rest







A Rock, by Thyago Hills
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cool eyes
leak quietude
in umbra.

silence, the mantle i wear.


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Sanaa's prompt is Rest. Come join us for a feast of poems at A Dash of Sunny

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Sunday, May 29, 2016

The Dead Speak



"Góndola del tiempo", de Héctor Valdivia.
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Families gather 
under sheltering sky, 
mourning their dead,
who passed
out and under too soon
toasting memory
with fried chicken and soda,
the heralds of summer..

We too
gather our baskets
and blankets,
a bottle of lemonade
and one of sweet tea
amid black breads
and stinky cheeses,
head for the beach,
climb rocks until our toes
find crabs scuttling
in angry protest
their fiefdoms
interrupted.


I have trouble mourning your dead
I have my own, 
refugees in unmarked graves.
I run from them
from the bombs and the smell of the dead,
their Slavic syllables
of death, a scree in the wind.


Our blood drenches, like yours,
only the land is different
and the way we remember.

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For Poets United



Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Secrets' Journeys




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fractalmandala by Alexa Szlávics artist



i fell from the sky
on a mid-morning, white
as alabaster,

seeking out
the dreamless,
their void a door
left ajar in the night.

i can sail on the detrtis
of dreams unrealized,
their canons unwrit,

verses left muted.

in trees i can always dance
in the chatter of leaves
left to their own devices.

but instead, i found only you,
cocconed in the chaff left behind,
lies left unspoken.

shall we open our eyes
to see where we land?

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016

Posted for Susan's mid-week motif prompt--Secrets at Poets United