Monday, May 27, 2013

A Truce of Sorts










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Dripping Paint
User:Mattes (creator), monsoonami (idea)





We sat at the table
Amidst flowers swaying on the breeze
Mingling scents of garlic and jasmine
Spilling out of planter boxes to my right—

In a parallel universe
I watched
Conversation punctuated by laughter
And the soft yellow glow of candles,
All at other tables.

A jar of Dijon sat between us,
A mediator of sorts I suppose
It’s red, white and blue label
Speaking of truce
Speaking into the silence

When I could stand it no longer,
I reached over to it and started pulling at the corners of its label
Shredding its brightness
Into pieces on the table in front of me.
You reached over and cleaned up my little mess,
Annoyed I think.

And I packaged up my tears
Into their edges before they blew away.



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Posted for dversepoets

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Filtration







ponytail
by Last Exit
prompt provided by Magpie Tales



pour through me
a vial of moment’s pause
filtration
a tarnished beam of truth
which nuanced,
arrives home at last


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

Sewing Lesson


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fil et aiguille





A tying off
A binding down
A thread caught
Pulled too hard
A stitch
A loop
A moment
When it is neither


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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The Flavor of the Day




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Haunts of Solitude




banking on tomorrow’s promises
littered in the hard currency of the lost
she holds out a cup
of today’s flavor of the day

a down payment
on tomorrow’s dreams

and with interest accruing
she points out
that the flavor of the day
isn’t really so bad

a bit of burn
for the road

a heater in a gut
chilled 

a bit of the hair of the dog
to ease into the day


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Posted for open link night dverse poets

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The Salt Witch





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TIDAL POOLS WITH REFLECTED LIGHT
Sennett, Tomas, Photographer (NARA record: 8464470)
Environmental Protection Agency. (12/02/1970 - )





I am a child of brine and sea water,
a witch born
in the tidal push.

A soft foam gathers at my head,
the crust of salt flaking off the moonskin
of night’s dreaming—

the meeting of sun and moon at tide’s edge
pushing closer
in their wayward time.

Perched upon each wave,
pushing inward,
     a bit of women’s salt,
pulling away each current,
     a bit of man’s silt.

The watch,
a fraction of heat
to move the salt home.



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Death's Arabesque





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Cecum
Anatomist90


balancing

     waves upon wrinkled eyes

crinkled into sticks


she watches

     the sun

     dance upon the beaming sky

in its movement

toward

     each little death

          toward the in between time

eyes

brown and desiccated

watch the dance unfold

in graceful

     arabesque

          arms pointed toward dusk




copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Posted for dVerse

Friday, May 3, 2013

The Smaller Me




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 Sand, welcher von Wasser überspült wird, Brandung, Strand.
Metoc



i looked today for the smaller me
the one that is more difficult to see

the one i lose most often

she sat on a small rift of sand
a displacement of water beneath her

neither she nor i felt the sand shift


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Posted for Poets United