Friday, May 15, 2015

The Stories of Tears

Morgue File

i am afraid of tears
afraid that they have no end, once started

they tell forgotten stories
that i choose to ignore
until i can't any longer

their tiny detonators
disrupt rivulets long forgotten
finding their way into the wash
pushing toward the surface

destroying dams
i thought wired into place

I am feeling the loneliness of the old. I think it has to do with more pain and less sleep lately.  But today the tears started, and I don't know when they will stop.

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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The Subject is Pain

the morgue file

Sometimes I try to make sense of very complicated emotions in poetry. I will look at a form or see something pass out of the corner of my eye and something will make sense to be --suddenly.  I think that is what poetry is, a making sense of something universal--

For me today, the subject is pain.

i want to form fists
that cannot break
upon contact

hard surfaces
a sounding board
its reaction

always clear upon impact
my question
how now
to find
a moment of float
along its current

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Thursday, October 9, 2014

night sky

John Bauer
Riddaren Rider, 1914
Wikimedia Commons

i fell from the sky

moonlight dancing

on bits of memory

etched on junk dna

left behind

as the universe

found its rhythm.

i called out to the sun

to find its way to me

a memory imprinted

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Posted for Poets United

Thursday, September 11, 2014

the need to weed

wikimedai commons

Life's changes continue to unfold 
without reference to the desires of my heart. 
Plans feel mired
I suppose i could weed a bit, 
but i like the feel of the grasses
 high up on my thigh as i wade through them--

just a bit of sun behind them.

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Audrey Howitt 2014

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Transformation's Petals

wikimedia commons

Bourgeon de rose sous les gelées alsaciennes

It is a year of transformation, not so much because I desire it, although I am restless by nature, but more so because it is trust upon me. And even though I have mentally prepared for much of it, I find myself reacting more than I would like--it is like dodging bullets of some kind I think. 

transformation fills the air

its motion insistent

its sound intrepid

a sense that i could do without

i suppose

i think

as it jerks my arm

waking me.

its heart, a bud really

about to unfold

the unfolding seems inevitable

and like all spent flowers,

petals will litter my floor.

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for dverse OLN

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

A Lesson in Letting Go
William Adolphe Bouguereau
Portrait of Gabriella, 1890

This winter has been a lesson in letting go. My children move on, inhabiting their lives, finding the path they are meant to walk. I want to hold them in my arms and tell them the secrets i have learned--that life is short and that love is sweet, even when it fails, that in their time, i wish them all the joy their lives can possibly contain, so much so that it spills out and inhabits those around them. I want them to know that they hold a place inside me that no one will ever dislodge.

There is no magic in this. It is only that I love them. And the letting go means that I trust them enough to let their wings loose in the world to soar as they should.

Heart outstretched

i find the pulse of you

moving through air

a soft weave against my cheek.

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Saturday, February 15, 2014

May it always be so

wikimedia commons
Louis Janmot
Poème de l'âme (16) : Le Vol de l’âme
in the public domain in the United States

How many ways are there to feel your soul pass through mine

I balance you on the tip of my heart sometimes 

just to see your face as I recall it when you were small

and still your sweet voice sweeps through me when I least expect it

a tumult in my eyes

brings me to my knees

I look at pictures of other children and still see you 

in your wildness

and in your strength.

may it always be so

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Thank you Beth