Audrey Howitt

Audrey Howitt Nov 2011

Sit now.
Feel the mist of air surround you.
Touch the wind as it moves through you.
Stroke the door of your heart and feel.
You blind me with your loveliness-
This loveliness, so quiet and still,
so unannounced.

You have surprised my heart,
my heart so languid.
You held my heart and made me feel,
nestled against the shoulder of my grief
I have found your loveliness comforting.

Come now to me.

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Audrey Howitt Nov 2011

The Bus Stop

he was a burly man
maybe mid-forties
she was nineteen,
a little naïve
a little Lolitaish
she didn’t know him
nor him her
he wore his uniform
the cloak of power and authority
like a sheath on his *****
the only one he had today
her ******* chafed as her bra bit
jeans over tightly wrapped buttocks
she pulls the cord to stop the bus
it is her stop
two blocks from home
she gets up and turns
to face the door
he eyes her from behind
with vision hungry for a taste
just a taste
of what lies beneath
she is thinking about getting home
before she freezes
the door opens
she takes a step down
unaware
he gets up silently
and pushes her out
“that’s where you belong you *****,
in the gutter.”
unexpected tears mingle
with rain in the mud.

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Audrey Howitt Nov 2011

Bad News: a 10 word poem

your face
delivers its message

tears flow
between blunted dreams

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Audrey Howitt Nov 2011

The Wisdom of Nature

Penitent weeper,
Why weep you on this dew-kissed morning
When life so justly fills every crevice.
Prostrate yourself not
Before the idols of man.
Man knows little enough
And of that,
Respects not
That which he cannot use easily
And without mercy.
Rather, dry your eyes
The better to clearly see
Stand, the better to be closer to the sun
and feel its light fill your face.
See the person who shines before you
and know who you are.

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Audrey Howitt Oct 2011

Some Silliness

I like words with “B”s and “th”s
Like blither and blather
And hither and thither
Can I take “st”s and make them into “th”s?
Monster into mother
And
Twister into twisther?
How much softer and more polite
With much reduced spittle.

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Audrey Howitt Oct 2011

Religious Thoughts #1

Placid countenance, your eyes fall
Upon my prostrate form.
Unchanging countenance-
Plaster and paint-
Assume the visage of holiness
Before my worthy soul
Worthy of comfort.
Affection given in unstinted measure
How you,
Plaster goddess
Serve the uncomforted.

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Audrey Howitt Oct 2011

I Sing The Night Alive

Alone, I hold the shimmer of you
Between fingers splayed,
As they play the music of your name.

Alone, the moon washes away
The burden of distance
Within the numinous glow of the star-saturated night.

Trees, ripe with pendulous branches
Sway to the hum of temptation
And brush the waiting earth
With tremulous forethought.

And, so clothed in cloak of leaf and bark,
I turn to you
And sing the night alive.

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