Sunday, March 15, 2015

Growing Things in Small Spaces



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Azolla in petri dishes
IRRI Images




i want to store my fears elsewhere
or maybe erase them
as if they never were--

petri dishes, full
growing their incendiary mountains
stacked, dated, sorted.

i could go blind
looking for the disinfectant.

copyright Audrey Howitt 2015



posted for The Pantry at Poets United



Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Almost Tanka





the morguefile



Almost Tanka 

1.
you make me see lines of grace
in streets of pain
etched in sepia.
my heart cannot bleed when it is empty.

2.

your hair sweeps the garden
in glossy gold
ringlets curving to meet the sun
as I hold my breath
and try to remember.

3.

words fall out of ether
each stroke
a poem
each word 
a tree.

4.

i thought i could discern your face
in the body
of light you left behind
but it was only a shadow.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

Posted for Real Toads



Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Stuck


The Morguefile



i am not old,
not yet.
cocks crow those announcements
dancing around edges of things unknown to me.

looking down with scarred eyes
as my abacus shifts weight,
i nod my head 
to the rhythm of clacks
moving my days along.


i am not young.
i have lost my appetite for ambition,
that season-all salt
of the palate of my 30's
and 40's too
if I am honest.

ambition is an aphrodisiac 
in that gloaming of sex on boardroom tables
and bathroom stalls 
after too many cosmopolitans.

i got tired of the hangover
and so, took the cure

abstinence is a bitch
cool as ice floes, calving.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015 


Not really sure what this is all about. I am feeling kind of stuck between things right now.

Posted for Real Toads