Monday, November 28, 2016

The Language of Pain




Art by Audrey


pain is the whistle between my teeth
on cold mornings when dew lies heavy

pain is the woman whose blood runs
chasing her children
knowing she will never catch them before
time runs out

pain is the mill we grind
pulling it round
to spot ourselves a $5 or a $50
to pay that last bill

pain is the language
we speak
when we forget the others

it speaks in the clearest tones
from the jar on my tongue

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016

Posted today at d'verse

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

A Reweaving



i awoke to a world gone mad
hatred its main bargaining chip
and though i didn't want to,
i cried with each step this morning,
picked up worn linen
woven in youth's innocence
its nubs a part of its landscape

i will reweave it
over time
make it stronger
though you may shout your imprecations 
loudly in my ear
i will not falter
i will not halt
i will not hate

so that our children 
need not fear


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016

Posted for the midweek Motif at Poets United

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Left Behind


i find pieces of me
strewn among old buttons
plastic whites
yellowing with age

a red box
with white buttons
grey hair, my thread

these are the colors
you left behind
and a thimble
bent silver
to hold them all
until i sew them into place again


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016

Posted for Poets United Pantry