Thursday, January 31, 2013

Rain in Fussen

wikimedia commons
adrian benko

do you recall
the evening
the rain poured
in big fat droplets
drenching us
 in the space of
a minute flat

you held my hand
we ran for shelter
under the eaves of an old palace

as the rain eased
we made silly poses
in the sculpture garden
creating unintended works of art
works of love’s hand

and as the rain washed over me
you washed through me

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Ms. Popularity

wikimedia commons
purple lips

popular is as popular does
or so they say
dreaming their way to the
top of the cheer leading squad
to homecoming queen
to babies and baubles
and pinches and paunches


to tears

for the jones and the stevens
don't care the reasons
that i don't fit in

i wonder who cries more

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Garden of Regret

wikimedia commons
Illustrierter Katalog der Münchener Jahresausstellung von Kunstwerken Aller Nationen im königl. Glaspalaste 1890, Ausgabe vom Anfang September, München 1890 (Digitalisat der BSB)

the garden fence
surrounds her heart
each post pointed
a monument

each a mistake in loving
a regret
each with a face painted on it

she walks from post to post
touching the face of each error
feeling its bruise
its color unfold
beneath worn fingers
pinched with time

her face mirrors
each post
as she feels them
squeeze her heart a bit more
the perimeter closing fast

paint brush in hand
she paints each
a shade of gray
more to her liking

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Today, Kim has asked us to think about fences. This is what I came up with. Come join us at Poets United

Slightly Bent

wikimedia commons
Jacob Fraden, 1978

This week at   Poetry Jam , we are asked to break all the rules. Since I don't really know the rules, I had some trouble breaking them. Therefore, I am only slightly bent---


bent, blinking

eyes, formless orbs
         (of wonder)

lips crease, fold, hold

freedom in mirth's

gleeful form


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

A Blanket of Dreams

i find myself wanting

to wrap myself in the 
blanket of dreams
I have spun out for myself
during the long afternoons
spent alone

this blanket

its a plane of existence
with which
I can feel successful

if I could trade my dreams in for poems


the time will have been 

and if not,

at least i will have entertained myself well

a blanket of dreams 
can be woven by
the most  inarticulate craftsman
in colors floating
within the periphery
of eye

an undulation subtle
of the air surrounding me
at any given time

a catching of a thought
as it explodes forth
in colors

the love of the possible
than the need for the practical

a juggling act
as warp and weft combine
weaving this blanket of dreams

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt


Monday, January 14, 2013

A Whisper of Rhythm

Wkikipedia commons
Verger en fleur
in the public domain in the United States

     fill cracks
     by spiked
     filled with

mixed days
a voluntary ceasing
     blooming through

     old thoughts
in new linens
in nature’s scent

laid to rest here
     dusty grave of words
     by pretentiousness
to seep into earth

a recycling
     to whisper anew
their rhythms
     upon eyes glassed
(a mirror)

once again

copyright/all rights reserved

Posted for the Toads Open Link Monday

Wednesday, January 9, 2013


i saw myself today
   in line at the dollar store
in front of me
   an elderly woman
brain addled
    trying to find her last three dollars
buried deep in some pocket or other

she pushed her hands deep into
   first one and then another
probing among used tissues and keys
   unable to pinpoint just where
those dollars had gone to

truth was, some substance or another
   had leant its aid
and she wasn’t that much older than me
   enough though
for me to see myself
   had i made other choices along the way
or maybe still

those choices are still out there
   you know

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Sunday, January 6, 2013


I will whisper to you of dreams
Belted in fire
Turned on a spindle of wired hair

Lean closer
And feel my breath upon you
Oh dreamer
You will spin with me

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013
posted for Magpie Tales 150 

Sleepless Circadian

wikimedia commons
Mitch Featherston

the tension of sound
competing for silence

ears prick
assaulted by thump of bass

attention mitigated
by circadian rhythms blown
adrift in a sea outside myself

watching the tick
until eyes close
and tidal currents
pull again

toward the haze
and the drift
and the dream

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

posted for Poets United Poetry Pantry 131

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Kodachrome Love

I have a penchant for sweetness
Sliding between tongue and gum
The cool kind
Not too intrusive
Carrying the fruit of some berry or another
Which slips toward me slowly
In celluloid dreams of my childhood
In sepia tints
Dotted  with the bright reds of summer fruit
Dripping down chin

With the faded blue of skies
In the clean slide of Kodachrome

The fading sepia
Fails to show the whiteness of my toddler hair
Or the shining black curls
Of my father’s head
As he holds me in his lap
And I turn adoring eyes in his direction
Smearing a bright red dot
On his snappy new shirt I suspect

The tint softens the memories
And sets them.
Love, a bloom
Of red promises.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012

posted for dVerse