Sunday, October 30, 2016

An Unfinished Story

our stories are written inside us
making their way 
up through marrow
exiting through pores
a whisper of skin

did we always know them
or did they drift
with those dreams
passed to you
in utero

i hope you find them
feel them rise inside you
let them see sunlight
learn their names and places
see them dance on the wind

until it is time 
for you to pass them 
through blood and bone
gifts of the mother
to us all

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This feels unfinished--but then I feel in transition somehow--

Posted for Poets United

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Gifts From Small Gods

small gods
strew yellows and pinks
onto dew from liquid palattes,
a gift to the cats who stalk them
in the jungles of spent tomatoes
and browned squash

i sit awash in morning's gifts
gathering courage
from waxen images
torn open
spilling seed

colors run together
until all i can see is brown
and I am reminded that
there is no tomorrow
without fertile soil.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016