I long for beauty, and sometimes, I find it
I have lots of questions these days.But I am not sure of the answers
We can be frightening, even the children
This may be the first in a series of legal articles. My legal side is coming to the fore.
Age robs us and sometimes we are sad--and sometimes--mad--
An experiment. How many different ways can this be read?
Sometimes pain is measured in odd ways
That old search for salvation.
Muses are not always kind.
I hadn't meant for this to be a sad poem, but sometimes, they come out that way.
a poem about loss
A poem for the Advent and Christmas season. Whatever your beliefs, I hope this poem speaks to you a bit. My wishes for peace and joy to you all.
I think about stillness and its relationship to silence--it seems the language of the soul
Love is always the answer, even when we don't know the question.
Genna's challenge, a poem--Of the Shadow and the Gray--
I am thankful and humbled to be awarded a Hubbie this year. Thank you!
Some advice for difficult times
Everything Has its Season
Music is important right??? Right!
I am drawn to the stories we all carry inside us.
A poem of color
Dreams are on my mind
A poet's disguise
Sometimes love is like that.
the space between us is where things bloom or die
We all have them, these places we forget about, that cause us to feel when we least expect it.
My #25 for National Poetry Month death found you on a Saturday in the snick and whoosh of air pumped into lungs that could no longer pull in. there was a conspicuous absence of black. ...
My #24 for National Poetry Month you hey you yes, I'm talking to you. you who stole my car so blithely so easily, yes you. car thief. you stole more than just an old Honda Civic an old...
A little ditty about troubles.
a friend says goodbye
Tired bones find their way to sleep.
I have been up late a lot lately
A reflecfon on Fiddler on the Roof
The colors of stars
I am struck by the small things in life--a shirt hanging on a door has a story to tell
A poem about seeing ourselves in the tears we shed.
My favorite time of day
I am fascinated by the knowing that lies in our subconscious and how we access that knowledge.
A slice of life poem
On the nature of poetry--an enigma.
Not sure what this is about for me--
This piece was written in anticipation of an upcoming wedding--both a gain and a loss--
Having a wonderful time on stage right now--
I continue this journey inward, hoping that it will lead me where I need to go.
Happy Eater! I found this photo and this piece came out--
I hate that I have to choose a title first and then write my piece here. Drives me buggy!
Hearts find their way toward love
Maps can be helpful when we can find them.
I often find my net empty as I set down to write--Here is the result.
Thank you Bill--check out BillyBuc's challenge and other's responses
This may be a controversial subject for many.
Oh the pain. After the holidays! I wonder if you can relate?
This is my response to BillyBuc's Challenge: A Door to Nowhere
My husband gave me an early birthday present yesterday and made dinner.
A seasonal poem. Happy Holidays!
Just coming off of NaNoWriMo! Glad to be here again!
For Bill's Challenge. Don't know if I followed the rules--I seldom do.
A Reflection on Nanowrimo
A bit of oddity this morning--my flowers drape through the trees. I wrote this in an old chair underneath this bower--
A small ditty!
Sorrowful songs, that inspire. Thank you BillyBuc for the challenge
In response to SEO
Policy and the Law
The role of the subconscious.
The muse is not always friendly
My #30 and final piece for National Poetry Month
My #29 for National Poetry Month
My #28 for National Poetry Month
My #27 for National Poetry Month
My #26 for National Poetry Month
My #25 for National Poetry Month
My #24 for National Poetry Month
My #23 for National Poetry Month
A silly piece. My #22 for National Poetry Month
My #21 for National Poetry Month
With a nod to Robert Frost, My #20 for National Poetry Month
A time of reflection; a time of sorrow
My #18 for National Poetry Month
My #17 for National Poetry Month
I have the cough from hell right now. My #16 for National Poetry Month
Disappointment lies heavy within. My #15 for National Poetry Month
love in the smallest of moments--my #14 for National Poetry Month
I am playing with form today, using a fibonacci sequence. My #13 for National Poetry Month.
For National Poetry Month. My #12, a small poem about small things
My #11 for National Poetry Month
The title here is a bit misleading, but perhaps that adds to the irony here. My #10 for National Poetry Month.
For National Poetry Month, my #9
This piece is a more narrative one. My #8 for National Poetry Month. Thank you for your visit.
My #7 for National Poetry Month. Thank you for reading it.
A Frisson is a French word really. It means a sudden passing shudder of emotion. Debussy set a beautiful piece, La Chevelure, from La Chansons di Bilitis, to a poem based on this word. My #6.
My #5 for National Poetry Month
My #4 for National Poetry Month
Poetry seems for me to be the language of the heart. My #3 for National Poetry Month
For National Poetry Month #2
April is National Poetry Month. I hope to be able to post a piece every day this month. This is #1
A magical place, a magical dream
lobster Tails knit themselves free of their past within the kingdom of spirits flavoring new evidence of a gallery afar jealously guarding the back door in search of the warmth of home, they...
A poem felt somewhere in the small of me
I have been thinking lately about those parts of us that we put away in order to be "acceptable" in society and what that costs us.
A love poem I think!
Dreams, Frederick William Burton, 1863 In the public domain in the United States. wikimedia commons I blanket myself In the softness of dreams unfulfilled On a Wednesday. Each morning ...
A poem of healing, of being embraced by nature. This piece was the first piece I wrote coming out of a dry spell, and for me, I will always be grateful for this piece.
A poem about the texture of understanding
For National Poetry Month 2013 # 18 --Yikes--I am so far behind!!!!
Originally written for NaPoWriMo. A stream of consciousness.
For National Poetry Month 2013 #16
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For National Poetry Month 2013 #10
For National Poetry Month 2013 #9--Not all poetry is autobiographical, but all poetry sits in its truth
A poem about writing and reading poetry
For National Poetry Month 2013 #7
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For National Poetry Month 2013 #1
A moment to enjoy spring's thaw
This is a piece written about how conscience functions or doesn't in our psyches.
a poem about resiliency
I love the shorter forms. Here is an abbreviated verse, recalling the shorter Japanese forms. Short forms can be stunning in their brevity. I hope you enjoy this one.
Shorter forms of poetry, like the orchid, can be beautiful.
ictus def: a metrical stress; the instant when a beat occurs
Originally written for the holidays, I find these are applicable everyday!
A poem about empathy
John Everett Millais, 1852 wikimedia paintings And I come whistling The lute’s harmony Close in the dell The eyes of death Filled with Crimsons and yellows A petal each day Counted and lost A...
The process of writing, whether poetry or prose, fascinates me. This piece is about that process.
When I was a young adult, I had the opportunity to live in Japan for a year. I learned to speak the language when I was there and carried my studies through upon my return to the United States. I have not spoken...
The heat of summer beats against my temple as your spirit hovers, a softest breeze against check and eye. My heart beats as yours cannot. Wilt thou seek me now, as I seek you? I know not where...
An article on how to live and cope with debt productively
iew looking up at trees on a summer's day. The Loantaka Brook Reservation in Morris County, New Jersey, has 570 acres of nature trails for biking, jogging, horseback riding, picnics, athletic fields wikimedia commons ...
A humorous look at SEO and Google through poetry
Gotta have my java!
i have no thought other than observing wind chimes tinkle as wind picks up, biting porch nipping shutters poised in relentless readiness they sound an A on wind’s new chill...
A poem about dreaming and daring
door hinged by unacknowledged desires rusted by the inevitable tables of misuse time’s ally periodic breezes blow by scraping paint in their eagerness to dance in the light motes know the freedom...
I wrote this piece originally as an explanation for an anticipated absence. I still like this piece and hope you will too. Without preamble (not much anyway) I wanted to explain my upcoming absence. ...
This is one of those writes which filter up from the subconscious. I have some idea of what it means, but maybe not really--maybe it is just a dream.
A poem about redemption. We all need it from time to time.
Dali, Vanitas Vanitatum wikimedia paintings Salvatore Di Giovanna, The Paradise wikimedia commons i find that i am easily distracted from the realities of my vision and drawn by colors and shapes and by their...
Pearl of Grief Rembrandt Peale wikimedia commons I have found that a tear is the perfect vehicle a rivulet of hope etched on the heart’s edge on a bad day the despair of loneliness ...
For National Poetry Month #30 ending is upon me moment of silence pencil stops scribing done and a blank moment of breath beseeches the new day as loam rises and deposits its silt upon the...
For National Poetry Month #29 do i now become spectator to my own decline to my own demise as bit by bit parts wear out and like an overburdened motor i am idling too high waiting for the drop--...
Katyare, own work wikimendia commomns counting days words syllables meter assonance sibilance nth degree counting down dribbling words melt Dali-like sieved in colors bright and...
For National Poetry Month #27 better not expect too much for libidinous youth has etched its sprightly way along the path of this body wrapped it in clear paper which crinkles pleasantly upon its...
Dozvald János, A képen a diaporámára specifikusan jellemző, két diapozitív összevetítése útján keletkező úgynevezett...
A poem about writer's block
Love's Language interpreted.
For National Poetry Month #23 I hate my scale and equally stubborn, it retaliates. Willful and capricious in nature, it awaits my daily visit with glee as it calculates to the ounce and announces the...
An older love poem--but with a bit of sadness
For National Poetry Month #21 Do you know the word in Russian for white is “bela?” And the word in Japanese for snow is “yuki?” And in my convoluted mind the track for Russian...
For National Poetry Month #20 hand nestles within mine we make a pocket we make a life we have logged years of raising children of making music of work of disappointment of bad jokes and...
For National Poetry Month #19 Cooling Temporary cooling of thought can lead to deep freeze later. Yuck Bacterium nurtured on petri dish, black tongue defines you again. Endurance Wednesdays...
They zip by, these scions of enterprise, with their dreams and ambitions. The asphalt kisses their feet. In the absence of a heart, a pocket full of the lint of love past flickers briefly upon the stage of...
For National Poetry Month #16 In the singer’s heart, dwells the child who once jumped from rock to rock without fear of falling. Open In the singer’s heart, the soul flies ...
For National Poetry Month #15 sighed song shivers now through snaking arms of trees lone bird at twilight copyright all rights reserved April 15, 2012 Audrey Howitt. You may not use or copy without...
The following piece of poetry is a short piece originally published during April (National Poetry Month) 2012. It speaks to the need, in an SEO driven market, to continue to nurture and develop creativity. For...
For National Poetry Month #13 the power of your face when you smile to unlock my frozen heart continues to stop me in my tracks confounds me wordlessly i can only love you back copyright/all...
I think a lot about getting older and about what I want out of those years
Funny how I feel when I re-read old work.
I will not clean my room today, no way, not today. I will not clean my room today or any other day, I say. A dwarf lives under my bed you see. That dwarf, well, he scares me. A dwarf lives under my bed...
I love the magic of the night. I love its restorative qualities.
I sang a piece by Debussy with SF Symphony Chorus last year and this poem came out of that experience: The Martyrdom of St. Sebastian
For National Poetry Month #7 My heart tires so easily with the holding (how did I manage) Unsettled soul (alone) I trod darkened seas of foam and spray which hurl their rapacious faces upon me. ...
For National Poetry Month # 6 I have to write about my anger, my disappointment, my absolute incredulity, at the dishonesty, the thievery, which sends my self-righteous self into paroxysms . ...
For National Poetry Month 2012 #5 Tears fall, overflowing cups. Without specific reason, each day they travel their specified path, signposts to a deeper reality-- unmapped, uncharted. Are there...
For National Poetry Month 2012 #4 I tried to fashion something beyond my ken in the voice of a poet more eloquent than me, more word-worthy. But the voice failed me as I tried to fashion haphazard...
For National Poetry Month 2012 #3 Think not O heart heavy with time’s solace of tears. For the day draws to its close, and as fitting, so does life itself. copyright/all rights reserved...
For National Poetry Month #2 i seek a place of solace where the sands stop shifting long enough for me to catch my breath and to free the wind of my name such that this long sliver of silvered...
a lyrical piece for your enjoyment
Su primera obra literaria expuesta al público fue una poesía introductoria a su obra ¿Quién mató la pintura? en 2006, Museo de las Américas Cuartel de Ballajá, Viejo San...
A poem about feeling trapped
Love reaches down to touch us when we least expect it.
Pap smears: No one likes them, get them done though!
You rest next to me, and dream of squirrels and cats, of fields full of rabbits. I take you there sometimes, to the fields nearby-- to experience your boundless joy. Your unmasked exuberance might rub off...
A poet's plea for understanding
Ever wonder how we find magic in the mundane?
Matisse's Studio (Collioure, 1905) by Damian Elwes, wikimedia commons Patterns of line and space fill a page, a book, a mind. The language of words, of emotion of art of music-- When arrayed...
end stillness seeps creviced luminesscence harbors tinged hearts in long-enduring cages bonded, and not prismatic tinsel of time tendered by bill paying spouses (partners) who sit with melancholy keys ...
Ninety How can I measure a life? How does one value the acts of one loved by so many? Is that what I must do— Or may I just celebrate? Celebrate the laughter and wit with which you have graced us...
You talk to me of the moon and stars. But I see the cool mist rise from the lake instead and shiver, wishing I were warmer somehow. The moon is barren as is the moment. copyright/All rights reserved...
open clipart wikimedia commons A year of thoughts writ across the page unhampered by the need to understand (the various parts of speech)-- knowing only the scree of pencil across page as mind...
The trees speak to me in a language unknown in the world of mankind. They murmur of time long ago when men felt the sap flow through them as it does in their own veins. They whisper of the...
The fairies who live in my garden invite you to tea. But beware— These fairies dwell in the darkness of deadened souls and ride the Wild Hunt in search of prey-- Both human and not-- To adorn the...
This piece can, and should be, read in all directions. I used a table in the formatting because HP's formatting doesn't allow the effect that I desired to be realized except in this way. Enjoy!
Tender heart restless in love's long complacency stretches-- prying ajar long-shuttered windows of hope to light the darkened bottles of tedium to stopper their viscous liquid and to keep shutters from...
Damian Elwes Wikimedia Commons To write stars to sing rainbows to form desire How did I come to desire that the window of time unleash the spark of soul that moves tongue in the hymn of life?...
She walked, smile pasted on crimson crumbling at the edges jostled by shoppers who didn’t see her who didn’t look closely enough to see her smile slipping. She pulled out a wallet and gave a...
By four-thirty the sun is down and the winter sky takes on the steely cold of night. I take you out for a walk on one such night. Your breath escapes before you twin engines chugging. You are...
A poem about the language of the night
The heat of heart and mind holds me hard against you, infuses veins already intoxicated with the smell of you. Slaked, but not I go thirsty in the sweetness of honey, peppered hot and...