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when she bared her soul it was too late
her words slack in the wind
eyes rimmed in red

her nails hung to dry
blistering on bent nails
in aged sun

when she swore allegiance
it was only to tiny gods

the ones whose noses she had wiped
at noon
the ones whose hair she had braided
at dusk

her words litter hallways
never swept
her heart
a welcome mat

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt

Posted for Poets United Pantry

Note: I am not sure where this one came from or what it really means yet--it feels unfinished, but not sure where to take it just yet


  1. Oh, this really got me. Her words like hallways never swept and hanging slack in the wind are brilliant... and the children. I have a soft spot there.

  2. I love the allegiance sworn to tiny gods....I well know that feeling.......those are the trustworthy hearts!

  3. The tiny gods really made this as well as the concluding lines. All the big gods are already stolen...

    Somehow it reminds me of the book "the god of small things"

  4. Finished or not it is very poignant and maybe the feeling of not being finished is a perfect metaphor for a person's life.

  5. Loved the tiny gods and the way you've described them...

  6. Beautiful words in this. There is a book in that closing line, I'm sure of it.

  7. Nice images Audrey. Like that welcome mat remorse to end


  8. Powerful, full of regret and unfulfilled ambition. I'd love to see where you go with this. I think the first and last stanzas are super strong!

  9. The tiny gods steal my heart. And the first two stanzas are haunting.

  10. This is so incredibly potent! Especially love that closing stanza!

  11. Perhaps in time its meaning will become clearer to sometimes happens with dreams as well.


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