Friday, February 28, 2014

Somewhere Green

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 Daniel Valcarce, VUELO NOCTURNO (NIGHT FLIGHT) oil on canvas, from the series FIRST DREAMS, 1998

i stopped somewhere green

unmarked in my mind's eye.

a stone blocking my way

told tales belonging to another

of birth and death

so young.

a lamb covered the stone

draped in body

holding soul

to ground

until mother could retrieve

it on her way 

to somewhere green

unmarked in her mind's eye.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

posted for Poets United

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

A Song Remembered

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Emmanuel A. Gonzalez

Once he held thumb on my pulse

to hear the blood inside sing.

It sang 

without the wind's notice.

It sang

without touching the ground even once.

It sang

in patterns imprinted

upon the quantum of me.

He held my pulse against 

a storm of showered tumbleweeds,

their friction,

my fondest friend,

a relationship impermanent,

like sand

strewn against the sun's eyes.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

posted for dVerse

Saturday, February 15, 2014

I'm a fermata

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We clap rhythms to songs we know 

guessing which, as coffee fills the air.

The opening to Eine kleine nachtmusik stumped me this morning.

Nerdling games I know.

I'm a fermata, so hold me.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

posted for Dverse

Friday, February 14, 2014


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John Chapdelaine
oil on canvas

your vibration,

a chiaroscuro,


my night.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

posted for Poets United

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

The Weight of Water

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Summertime by Mary Cassatt
in the public domain in the United States

I close my eyes

to feel its softness

like a cool cloth

pressing gently 

upon the orbital ridge around my eyes,

the weight

at once present and absent

from lid's creases.

If I open my mouth

it will invade every crevice 

available to it,

a potent reminder of its press,

a heft upon

the slim cord of air

trapped between my teeth

as i float 

up to the surface.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Sunday, February 2, 2014

The Carnality of Words

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Iridescence Fantasy

i tasted words

     as i chopped vegetables

finally touching a

    nuance of fiber

         within each--

unexpectedly tender

    the moment of finding

a carnality in both

which brought me to my knees somehow--

without exactly knowing why

i sat on the floor and wept--

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Posted for Poets United Pantry