Audrey Ashira

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In poetry on April 27, 2011 at 9:54 am

Vast and varied shades of green
I am drunk on your verdet
And the vivre of our mutual verdure
And our verdancy
Caught in the sounds and colors
We both play
Like timpanis and tinker-toys
Oh, your harmonious veridian
Strikes such a chord
The whistling whispering tinkering
Of your jade leaves
And chlorophyll filled branches
Makes me shiver-smile
At our own greenness
Though we rush on heedless
For this is the grassy spring.



In freewrite, poetry on April 27, 2011 at 9:31 am

this is the fever.


In freewrite, poetry on April 27, 2011 at 9:27 am

Spring time has come
The come-out-in-the-forest-and-sing time
has come
The I will-awaken-the-dawn-time
has come,
For the winter and night
Are now over.

The blooming has come
The opening-up-to-the-sunlight
has come
The fragrance, and drenching of spring rain
has come,
For the hiding away
Is now over
And done.


In freewrite, poetry on April 26, 2011 at 8:30 pm

goodnight, my sweet,
and may the rainfall out my window
lull you, tenderly, to sleep.

The road is long to the blessed city

In freewrite, poetry on April 22, 2011 at 10:06 am

My heart is heavy
And my feet are torn
From walking down this road
So long

And my back it aches
As my soul is weary
From carrying this weight
So long

But I’ll be singing
Yes, I’ll be singing
Even as I’m coming home
With my head raised high
Though my feet are bleeding.
For the battle will be won.


In freewrite, poetry on April 20, 2011 at 10:41 am

shafts of light
shadows sharp
proceeding night

prelude to sunset

In freewrite, poetry on April 20, 2011 at 10:35 am

Let us sway, on the porch swing, on the wrap around; watching the sun set slowly; watching the grasses long, and their shadows longer. We will converse liltingly of tomorrows and of yesterdays. God willing, the rains will stay a little longer.

The night

In freewrite, poetry on April 20, 2011 at 10:33 am

The night is lovely,
and I wish
I could send you the smooth dark of the night
in lines of ink
that sink into your skin
and calm your soul.


In freewrite, poetry on April 18, 2011 at 10:12 am

I stand
so close
yet I
am lost to find a way
to touch into your soul.

you, love, shall stroke my face

In freewrite, poetry on April 18, 2011 at 10:04 am

You, love, shall stroke my face,
Strongly and softly,
Tenderly touching, my skin with your
Giving me, reasons, a-plenty
To melt myself,
Slowly and silently,
Into your mercy.