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.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 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
pain
its reaction

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

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015