Thursday, April 16, 2015

A Triptych




The Morgue File




A Triptych

1.

The sun casts its own shadows
making darkness out of light.
I stand in them sometimes
pulling my toes to the edge
watching the gravitational pull
against them.

2.

We harvest our natures
like patrons at a buffet
gorging on favorites
in fear that without that last bite
we will lose the selves we know.

3.

I cry into the wind sometimes
just to feel a sting in the creases.
salted rivers
know their way home.




copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

I am behind in the NaPo thing--this might be #12 on day 16--


The Journey Inward








11 comments:

  1. Each one bites, there is a darkness underlying each stanza ~ All three are lovely Audrey ~

    Grace

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  2. Gorgeous, introspective work, Audrey.

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  3. An eloquent expression of the shadows that stir in one's soul. And, once again, the title you have chosen for the piece is inspired. Great poetry!

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  4. I love the depth in this one. Especially since this has seemed to have been a tough NaPo year.

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  5. Super cool-- all but I especially enjoyed first and second. Thanks, Audrey. K.

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  6. I like all three, especially the first. You're making me think!

    making darkness out of light.
    I stand in them sometimes

    "I stand in them sometimes" - my favorite part. So true, we do.

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  7. Wonderful writing - the second stanza, for me, is utterly masterful. And the title: inspired brilliance.

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  8. Audrey this is really awesome. Loved it.

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  9. Beautiful! Thought provoking as well. Thanks.

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