Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson

Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson Jan 2013

Let me dig deep into your soul

Become one with Ivory bone

Know the harmony

Of your blood's song

Find the place where I belong

Let my footsteps echo in your mind

Journey with you through space and time

Let me turn you inside out

Breathe the breath from your sweet mouth

Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson Jan 2013

The Wind Called Out My Name

"The Wind called out my name and tugged and pulled at the hem of my skirt, refusing to be ignored.

Annoyed I turned on my heel,
"What do you want?" rushed off my tongue "I'm very busy"

The Wind sighed "You use to open your door to seek me, to smell me, to taste me.
You use to loosen your hair free from your hair combs just to have my scent flow through it.
But for some time now you've been lost to me, and to your own nature. I've come to reclaim you."

"Thank you." was all I could say...

Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson Jan 2013

Within the Walls Where Once I Drew Tiny Breaths

I stood contained within the walls where I once drew small breaths and saw life unfold

Where I first broke bread and filled my cup with dry pieces of crust

A sprinkle of sugar, a measured pour of canned milk, topped with boiling water

There was little talk
Words, too, were rationed

Silence clung to his footsteps like a shadow
Stilling every tongue and quieting movements

but just outside the door

(The one with plastic wrap tacked over its broken window)
There was grass and sky, woods and river

Places and spaces I ached for

I could not have described for you the nature of those longings
To do so would have required words beyond my ken

Words I never heard

Their eyes never seemed to see what I saw
Their ears never heard what mine heard
Or if they did ...
They never shared a whisper of it with me

I was surrounded but alone
Perhaps they were too ...

Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson Jan 2013

Ode to a Face

A map and compass

When I take time to be with you, you show much

The winds and tides that Life's storms have hurled in paths tread

You bear the scars

But the storms ragings, were no match

ARE NO MATCH

For a lion's heart, still shines in those eyes

Radiating...spilling over

Making cheek bones glow

And lips part and grin to receive love and kisses

Eagerly and with more wisdom

**"Come Life!" you dare, "Come Dance with me.
Come let me embrace you, now knowing, what I know!"

Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson Jan 2013

As Dawn Steals a Kiss

As light begins to embrace darkness,
Dawn steals a kiss from the East

Woman, her skin parched and thirsty,
Calls out to her feet.
"Take us to the Apple Orchard.
There you can ~ dance upon the dew~

Perhaps, not as lofty a quest, as the ~ walk upon the water ~
But the ordinary is miraculous also, is it not?"

With great lust, amused and rowdy feet answer the call
And woman is caught up in a moment.

Her fevered lips press against delicate blossoms
And as she drinks the delicate perfumed elixir
Memories of worms once found ~ drown upon the dew~

Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson Jan 2013

Our Shadows

We have been taught by society to hide our dark spaces and places
In some cases we have hidden them for so long and so well
We forget we own them

**I suspect however, that our shadows never forget they own us

Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson Jan 2013

Hissing Cat

Hissing Cat! Why does your back rise up and chaff the sky?

This "ready to rise up and claw" attitude deprives you as much as it protects you.

Are you that fragile?

Has the creator not given you choice? Inspiration? Intellect?
Yes?!
Then why are you so hesitant to use them?

Is your life so right? So perfect? So full?
You have no need for the joy of expansion?

I wonder...
What if your fear, Kitty Cat, is not of the unknown?

But of the known.

We have drank in indifferent and contemptuous looks.
And be they assuming or aloof,
Or be they from those we love and know or from those we admire and want in our lives...

Who ever they come from, they leave a bitter taste.

Yes, it's hard not to care or let it affect you but this is your life Catherine Ann.
Your one wild and precious life.

God gave you the heart of an Adventurer!
An Explorer!

So do it!

And trust in the Creator
And trust in you
And trust that Love will always find you no matter where you find yourself.