Audrey Ashira

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the sixth avenue train

In freewrite, poetry on February 28, 2011 at 7:40 pm

The sixth avenue train is coming – Pack you bags, boys – It’s rumbling like a load of rocks – Pick up the pace, boys – The sixth avenue train is coming – – Listen! – The train won’t wait for ever, boys – Pack up your bags – Pick up the pace – The sixth avenue train is coming – Why don’t you wake up? – They’re coming for us – Can’t you hear it? – It’s louder than a load of trucks – – Listen! — Hear it! –

It’s gone.

springtime snow

In freewrite, poetry on February 22, 2011 at 6:00 pm

springtime snow
falling like the autumn leaves
and summer rains.

the world turns
and it falls again.

this is the day

In freewrite, poetry on February 18, 2011 at 6:12 pm

I love You.
I love the today You gave me –
mountainous clouds, and cloudy mountains;
Cool fresh, budding spring…

And the forest of trees
Wherein I sing.

[
And I sing of You,
My Strength
My Glory
My Sweet.

My Song…
]

spring Ondine

In poetry on February 18, 2011 at 11:28 am

I washed my hair
in the fresh spring air, this morning.

I took a dip
in the light, sweet-water breeze.

I was an Ondine
who reveled in wind-water valleys.

I laughed
and the rains of new-ness laughed with me.

Thief

In freewrite, lyrics, poetry on February 18, 2011 at 10:28 am

You – gave me your love
You – gave me a song
You – took them away
And now you’re gone.

Thief! Where have you gone
With my prized possessions?
Thief! Where have you gone?
Where are the long confessions
That you wanted to stay.

We – ran through the rain.
We – sang through the night.
I – wrote my memories on paper airplanes
When you left – they took flight.

Thief! Where have you gone
With my prized possessions?
Thief! Where have you gone?
Where are your long confessions
That you wanted to stay?

Thief! Where have you gone?
I was your prized possession…
Thief! Where have you gone?
Where are the long confessions
Of your love?

nobility

In freewrite, poetry on February 15, 2011 at 11:34 am

i hope that i may dare to be
as noble as a Leaf

leaf-life

In freewrite, poetry on February 15, 2011 at 11:33 am

The leaf grew.

And it gathered up the sunlight…
And it gave it to the the tree…
And with it, it gave life…

The leaf grew old
And died.

the last leaf

In freewrite, poetry on February 15, 2011 at 11:31 am

The last leaf on the branch – holds
Shivering and cold
Resolutely grasping to it’s Life-Giver.

In freewrite, poetry on February 15, 2011 at 11:17 am

Your breath over the phone
Sounds like thunder in the distance
And in the rain of silences, I hear it.

white mint tea

In freewrite, poetry on February 15, 2011 at 10:54 am

white mint tea –
warmth careening down my throat
brings little comforting.