Audrey Ashira

Archive for January, 2011|Monthly archive page

the dark hours

In freewrite, poetry on January 17, 2011 at 1:22 am

How come so much can happen
in these –
The dark hours of the night
Death and Love
Salvation and despair

my own

In freewrite, poetry on January 15, 2011 at 6:45 pm

My bird is the bird who sits alone
on the cloths line
in winter time
between the rainy days

Supercalafragalisticexpialadoshus

In freewrite, poetry on January 15, 2011 at 12:41 pm

I’m thirsty for words
All of the sudden
I feel like I’m collecting them
by flour sacks
And the used and tattered books I find
Costing fifty cents from the second-hand store
Are portals more less than carpet bags
Like Mary Poppins had
And in them are a thousand words are so
Like coins
I find
I am a word collector.

delicate

In freewrite, poetry on January 12, 2011 at 1:30 pm

I feel fragile, like a champagne glass
Fickle, like the hav’ring heather grass
And I’m shaking – empty, frigid, through and through
Is it from the bitter cold or want of you?

road to eternity

In freewrite, poetry on January 5, 2011 at 11:53 am

We will play the songs we’ve heard before
Deep inside our peace the fears will roar
But we’ll have none of that, no none, my friend
We’ll die for songs and peace that will not end