Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Departing





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Frank Vincentz
Umspannhaus in Engelsburg, Remscheid-Lennep





we hide ourselves in the collective
 the unconscious
moving 
past my photographed images
of what life could have been

had i waited 

to hold your face to the sun

but you tendered that which must be
 to the sun
before I could stop you 

moistening the lips
of the lilies 

sweeting 

forgetting my lust at your lapping 

and my tears when you left.




copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014



Inspired by The Secret Life of Bees: Thank you Susie


“It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.”



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12 comments:

  1. Wonderful, Audrey. A lyrical expression of love and loss, tinged with regret. Lovely writing.

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  2. we can easily get caught up in what could have been ...especially when the feelings were so strong and the memories so vivid...and the choices that could have taken us to a different place than where we are...

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  3. Suddenly your blog is going to my spam folder. I just found this by accident. I do believe I have my work cut out for me to figure out how to change and fix this mystery. Anyway, glad I found this and sorry for being late to the party.

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  4. What life could have been, how sad Audrey ~

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  5. So tender and so sad, Audrey.

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  6. You build vivid images with your poem when I read this!!!

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  7. The sound of souls flying away... your take on the notion is both sad and encouraging.

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  8. Audrey, this is a beautiful place where I can come to immerse myself in your wonderful poetry.
    Love your site!!
    Jo (tobusiness)

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