Lost

small gods litter the cryptic landscape
their dreams washed clean
in black and white pictures
we keep on the refrigerator
to remind us of better times
when we could find our way home

their gray shades park benches
during summer's heat
their refuse an opaque heaven
purchased with the skin of small drums
kept for violent dances

bend down
pick up a piece of paper
left behind
see if your name is inside

if you tilt it just so
you'll see the litany of saints
pray for us
deliver us
recycle us

energy meets energy
as gods dance


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2020

Posted for Poets and Storytellers

Comments

  1. Those small gods dancing make all the difference, Audrey. I like the way you played with litter and the piece of left behind paper, and love the image of black and white pictures on the refrigerator – we need those reminders of better times, and I hope we find our way home.

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    1. I think we have to find our way home again--just not sure where the trail head is right now

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  2. Yes, I think we are still in that lost space and it may be a long time before any kind of certainty returns ... but perhaps we can write our way home.

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    1. That is my plan Rosemary--I am in a low place right now--writing helps

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  3. I'm nostalgic for those times.

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  4. You are a literary freak, and I say that with the utmost respect....

    small gods litter the cryptic landscape
    their dreams washed clean
    "in back and white pictures
    we keep on the refrigerator
    to remind us of better times
    when we could find our way home"

    Might want to correct back to black.....other than that, this is the stuff of wonderful dreams and filled expectations. You are that good!

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    1. Thank you Bill! And yes--somehow my eye just skipped over that

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  5. Your words never fail to amaze me and draw me into your world of poetry, brilliant as always.

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  6. All isn't lost, when we can still find ways to see ourselves trying. Ink is great focus, especially when the world is at its murkiest.

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  7. Love this especially; "their gray shades park benches during summer's heat." The ache, the longing for simpler times is palpable here. 💝

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  8. I love the idea of these small bits of hope giving us moments of refuge in the between times. I pray too to be recycled in those moments so that I may better handle what comes next.

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  9. Missing park benches right now and this is lovely & hopeful.

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  10. Audrey, I love the dream-like feeling here. Great piece!

    Jenny
    (https://www.jennyenochsson.se/)

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  11. i love your notion of the dancing gods! very creative and great write!

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