Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Tinged Tales






The Morgue File
erdenebayar




she found she breathed best
in the dark
when blue air circled round ears,
in between toes
speaking its tales
in sibilant syllables

she favored tinged tales
that spoke openly
of lies uncovered,
kilned from the craw
of those she left behind.

on wednesdays she pulled
them open
digesting darkened truths
like books shelved too long
foxing eating them
bit by bit
in stale air.

truth held  itself in stillness
vowing no replication
until
she found she could breathe again.


     




Audrey Howitt 2016 all rights reserved

Today Susan asked us to write about openness. I find myself drawn to how we uncover lies, often alone--Poets United Mid-Week Motif





Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Magenta is the Word





The Morgue File

by photoholic

sometimes home fades on the lips

minds travel far distances to whisper
about nuanced colors
such as magenta
on days when the sky turns black

not all roads lead to home.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016

Not sure where this cam from as I tend to love home. But maybe I didn't always.

Posted for Poets United Mid-Week

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Consequences




The Morgue File

by laura musikanski





i bumped against you accidentally
in the candy section of the local Pik 'n Shop
pondering choices both
desirous and poisonous

you smiled,
as i had hoped you would
pearlies gleaming,
your lashes dancing
as i lost myself
between one heart beat and another.

the viccistudes of a sugar rush
held at bay,
until my choice was made.

regret seems futile, don't you agree?




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pull up a poem and get comfy

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Bells and Smells




The Morgue File
Jose Spena





i sat in my anger
its pool
heavy behind eyes
that had seen too many days
of kneel now and beat the heart

better to know my own heart
feel it beat along with someone else's
as i dance in the shadows

better to lick the rain off the window sill
and touch the joy of bees
as they dance drunkenly in the sun
of their days

i have closed this door of guilt
at leasr for now
its abyss, an endless pull
of sin and redemption.



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016

Go out an enjoy a poem or two for National Poetry Month

Linking with Poets United

Friday, April 1, 2016

At the edge



The Morgue File
by Mendini


Posts hold more than their own weight
across their backs 
designed as they are for such tedium.
and when through,
they bathe
in the stories they leave behind.

I listen in the stillness.


coyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howtt 2016

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

The Scent of Morning





The MorgueFile



a flower was offered to me, and
i find it best to take what is offered.
stash it--
fold it away, intimately
nestling the scent of it
against my own skin

until i remember
that gratitude
is an ocean.


Copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016


Posted for Poets United

Thank you Sumana--your midweek motif is inspiring

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Cannons' Cry





The MorgueFile



I wrapped yellow tissue around red
on days that the sun was clouded
and battlefields drenched,
days interminable.

If eyes could speak and lips weep
none would have broken
the confidences of their deaths
spoken only in their burying.

I learned silence that day.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016

Today we are prompted to write about martyrdom/witnessing at Poets United

This is my humble offering.