Sunday, June 14, 2015

Garden Shorts



The Morgue File



1.

beetles know their way home
ground into blurry lines of movement
my eyes follow their tracks


2.

i flutter
in the still afternoon
awash in color
unseen


3.

burrow
until i cannot see the sun
home
again

4.

old bones
find sun first
as warmth
trickles into
sinovial fluid



copyright/all rights reserved. Audrey  Howitt 2015

It is a month of weddings, graduations,birthdays,  listened.and recitals in our family.  I sat in my garden today and listened.


5 comments:

  1. Sinovial fluid. Maybe that is what is wrong with my knees. Ha. Or perhaps I am just getting old. It is good to find that warmth though. Flutter on, no need to worry about notice, it will come or it wont. Ha. I listened to the grass drying this morning. You could hear the blades separating if you were real quiet.

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  2. i flutter
    in the still afternoon
    awash in color
    unseen

    I can not describe how beautiful this poem is..! Its sheer perfection :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. A beautifully rendered evocation of the peaceful joy to be found in simplicity.

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  4. A wonderful moment captured - peace in the midst of so much activity.

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