Love Lost

Love Lost

A Poem by Audrey Howitt
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A poem about the tenacity of love.

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Make haste thou my own

And reap you with scythe

What you have sown.

 

Bitter herbal, thou drinkest,

A potion deep, a draft succulent.

How didst thou findest

This herb so rare?

Tis wondrous, its fair flower.

Wilt thou smell the brief bloom of discontent

As it resides in the deepest part of thy truculent heart?

 

Wert o’er and thy smile hid

Beneath laden shadows of eventide.

Wert but a dream,

Descending into brightest sun

From moon swept night.

 

I knowest not thy heart.

Goest where thy will.

And in thy solicitude

Recall how thou didst

Smile with me,

Long and languorously my sweet.

 

Labor not to reap thy vanity.

Rather, labor truly to reap my heart

Ever wondrous and new

As it recalls the

Tenacity of love’s language.

© 2011 Audrey Howitt


Author's Note

Audrey Howitt
This came to me as though someone else was speaking it in my ear as I wrote.

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Gorgeous "automatic writing"--poetry which, I suspect, came from your literarily lush subconscious.
Glorious!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Audrey Howitt

11 Years Ago

Thank you Frank! Been missing your voice my friend--and yes-it was an automatic writing thing
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oo I like the classic Shakespearean voice almost - great use of the dialect - that bitter herbal - you transport us back a good few centuries here ha! very well crafted - nice Audrey!

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is cool. Very much an ode to the old.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Sounds as though Shakespeare was whispering lovely words to you. :) Beautiful.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Very well written, and thought out. Great choices for your words, and the poem flows very smoothly. The structure is natural, and the message you are trying to convey manages to capture your reader's attention. Great job.

Posted 12 Years Ago


oh I agree with Emma, what extraordinary language...this is so stunning...

Posted 12 Years Ago


Methinks your muse lives in a past that's trying to reach you. What extraordinary language, what pictures it describes .. a meeting wrapped in magic potions and smiles, passion and more .. 'love's language' indeed.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Hmmm...channeling Marlowe, mayhaps? Methinks thou hast found a new voice for thine self, good gentle. 'Tis well-prepared indeed.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is quite kewl enjoyed it a lot, now for a yee olde ale at ye olde pube (oops) :)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Audrey Howitt
Audrey Howitt

Alameda, CA



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I am so happy to be writing! I was an attorney in my previous incarnation. These days, I teach voice mostly, write some and do a little psychotherapy. It seems like a good combination for me. I h.. more..

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