Saturday, July 20, 2013

A Bellyful of Dreams

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Emile Chaus
Portrait of Madam Claus, 1900
In the public domain in the United States

i had a bellyful of dreams

     not too long ago,

stored in a sack

     around my waist.

when i walked

     they bounced.

and sometimes,

     they spoke a little bit

here and there,

     reminding me

of colors used to paint words

but more vibrant somehow,

   their sss’s more pronounced

    their waves of color washing over me

lest i forget them

and the me i once was.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Posted for the Poetry Pantry and for Dverse Open Link Night

Saturday, July 13, 2013

A Penance of Color

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An image made with Apophysis.TheScurvyEye 23:28, 8 January 2006

Fluttering crimson, pale against winter white

A tattering, misted by wind

Wave before her eyes

Bending light.

Around her folded heart

She perceives a moment of tear-filled sight

As Pleasure’s company now departs

Amidst waltzing leaves

Shivering in jackets

Of gold and brown,

Buttons ajar in the light.

She wears her heart

Like a badge,

Emblazoned in heedless embroidered


Blooming red

In a field of white.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Me playing with form--yikes

posted for Poets United

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

21 Grams of Grace at 60

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The Trip of the Soul
Maria Rosaria Sannino

Some people just radiate it.

Like the shine on skin in the noonday sun,

it slides off easily

almost weightless,

the gravity of soul,

a part of that tiny amount we all lose at death.

On him, it feels as light as his blue eyes

on a summer morning

when the soft light plays a gigue

at the corner of his sleep,

while I dance a diaphanous two-step

my feet barely touching earth.

He doesn’t know it, but

his heart is as big as the ocean outside our door,

its vastness whispering the secrets of love

to ears attuned to its rhythm.

grace slides in and out 

with an ease I will never know,

that 21 grams of weight of his grace,

without bounds,

but for the touch of one soul upon another

as it fills the space between us.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

My husband makes me a better person. He is is best man I have ever known and he just celebrated his 60th birthday. This is for him.

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Sunday, July 7, 2013

A Blanket of Blue

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Antonio Principato
guardare un po piu a la

I had thought to write
    of colors
intimately pulled
    into word
       and breath
(a tribute to their beauty).

I had wanted their taste
        to resonate on tongue
and to flavor sound
      (with their depth).

I sat with pencil
sharpened lead

Instead, the sounds
          of words
     left my ears
       on their journey
toward stillness,
            a blanket of blue.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

I decided to lay these words out more like what they actually look like in my notebook.  I often change the layout to a more conventional format in my editing process. But when I actually write, it always looks more like this--and I am wondering if there might be something in that layout that speaks to or about the work for me--

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