Friday, August 26, 2011

The Grief of Death




Grief suffuses every pore, every cell.
The eye is pierced,

Exuding a bath of tears so complete—
It bathes the stricken in icy heat.
The heart pulses and contracts
To protect the soul of the supplicant
who appeals at grief’s door,
To scab over wound or to mire
The soul in remembrance--
To better enfold the beloved.
Attend you to the primacy of its passion.
Its heat so ready to pierce anew
The unshriven heart.
Each prick
A bittersweet reminder
That you
Are still
Alive.


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Sunday, August 14, 2011

Poem Lost


At 3 a.m. it moved through me-
Lines so full of pathos
That my dream self fell in love
And clung to them.
At 5:30 a.m. words are elusive.
Were they as beautiful as I remember?

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Friday, August 12, 2011

6 worded poem

six words,
over easy.
salt please!

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Copyright Audrey Howitt 2011