Saturday, May 31, 2014

Spring's Solace

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Hans am Ende
Maedchen auf der weise

I buried him long ago

during a spring much like this one,

on a day when shadows pierced the wind's cry.

A shore bird crossing the blue,

looking for leavings at the local McDonald's,

touching the periphery of my solitude,

the only marker of memory

worn like a chain

around my neck.

The call came through

much like they do now--

but I think

I had a princess phone then.  Tan with a retractable line.

Who expects bad news when the sun is shining?

Still, there is was,

hanging fully in the silence of her inhalation,

a tear through the fabric of my life--

one that resists patching even now.

So on days like today

I watch the butterflies against the blue

and wonder if pieces of his soul

continue on in the life around me-

in the bees that flit by me drunk on pollen

and in the leaves that grow so steadily

so rightly

from earth.

When my tears touch it,

I can almost smell him near me,

his aftershave a mix of the spice of heaven and earth.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

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Wednesday, May 28, 2014


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The Nut Gatherers
William-Adolphe Bouguereau

The tangled trail of tears
and laughter
marks my best
and most loving days

with you.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Posted for Poets United

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

expiration date

my heart stalled somewhere between the left and right ventricle
a trick of the moment
a heat maybe
burning the face held between my fists

i tried to pull away
to jump start the old ticker
slapping my hands
against skin
against hair whiter now than i wanted it to be
than i remembered it to be

looking for that on/off switch
before my air runs out
and the lights go off

past my prime a bit
i want to keep ripening
in this spot where trauma stops its viscous bleed
my fingers near the magic buttons
painted red and green

expiration date smudged

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Not at all sure what this is about today--

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

A Poem in My Pocket

Unstoppered, I watch it flow,
The ink of desire,
 of a moment.

It flows across page,
Skittering into letters
Reminiscent of colored lights
Pulsing in the distance
Into words meant for today
Or another day,
Harpooned into shape
By the desire of a heart
Whose language speaks
Through rhythm and meter.

I crease paper
And press word upon word
An intimacy gained,
And place these unspoken words
Deep into a pocket
Next to my heart
To feed it in silence.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Another Truth

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Jon Sullivan

i find that truth is a relative thing

wending its way down some unmarked path

shadowed by flowering ambition.

it sits like a Buddha somewhere

on that road

off to one side,

tilting its eyes toward me

a wink somewhere there in the offing.

and in its belly

it holds its best offering,

an onion,

wrapped in golden skin,

which i can peel back

if i so desire

until i find its nub

somewhere guarded at the center.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

posted for Poetry Pantry