Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The Bar

darkened wings of sapphire breast
burn brightly against
the labored casualness
of checkered hearts
jaded by too many martinis
in bars festooned
with the crinolines
which enamor
the latest designer-
fetid souls fester
in fear of further examination
by the beauteousness
of eyes ringed in kohl
and lips reddened
by an overabundance
of passion sliding awry against teeth
redolent with precious lies
as removable as mascara
exit sign, clearly marked
ignored by all

copyright/all rights reserved  Audrey Howitt 2011

posted for dverse

Sunday, November 20, 2011

The Wisdom of Nature

 Penitent weeper,
Why weep you on this dew-kissed morning
When life so justly fills every crevice.
Prostrate yourself not
Before the idols of man.
Man knows little enough
And of that,
Respects not
That which he cannot use easily
And without mercy.
Rather, dry your eyes
The better to clearly see
Stand, the better to be closer to the sun
and feel its light fill your face.
See the person who shines before you
and know who you are.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011