Wine Sunsets

Updated on August 27, 2016
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we were raised on wasps

cleaned our teeth with stingers

after feasting

on poisons left behind

in pockets carefully lined

with the plumes of vagrancy

we tasted the wine left behind

at parties where

only the best mingled

clothed in customary blanketed emotions

sweeping aside alien lovers

ducking under tables

we laughed at them

turning our teeth outward

to fetch flies

circling in fathomless trajectories

at sunset.

© 2016 Audrey Howitt


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      Audrey Howitt 7 months ago from California

      Thank you Cynthia--sometimes I wonder where this stuff comes from--but I have learned to trust my process

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      Audrey Howitt 7 months ago from California

      Thank you Vellur!

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      Audrey Howitt 7 months ago from California

      Thank you MsDora!

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      Audrey Howitt 11 months ago from California

      Thank you Manatita!

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      Audrey Howitt 16 months ago from California

      Thank you Flourish! I wasn't thinking rats, but I can see how you took that out of this piece!

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      Cynthia B Turner 17 months ago from Georgia

      Hi Audrey, I had to leave a comment about such a powerful poems. It is so well crafted. It moved me but it's difficult to put a finger on why. "We cleaned our teeth with stingers" is a vivid image but when you try to identify who the we are, it slithers away. Loved this. It's a poem I would read multiple times and get something different each time. Peace and take care.

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      DDE 19 months ago

      A lovely poem and so filled with beauty.

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      Nithya Venkat 19 months ago from Dubai

      A string of images passed through my mind as I read your brilliant poem. Great write.

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      Deb Hirt 19 months ago

      The feast begins at the proper time in a most unsupplicated way.

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      Dora Weithers 19 months ago from The Caribbean

      Dramatic and playful! Excellent poetry.

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      Audrey Hunt 19 months ago

      Magical! You, lady, are the Einstein of poetry with Mozart as a backup!

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      Peggy Woods 19 months ago

      That line about the party attendees "clothed in customary blanketed emotions" is so apt. Many people behave differently in social situations compared to when they are relaxed at home. Your poetry brings up many different thoughts and ideas after reading it. I also agree with FlourishAnyway as to her thoughts about the rats. Well done Audrey!

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      Cynthia Calhoun 19 months ago from Western NC

      Beautiful! I have always, always loved your poetry with its beautiful images. I don't know what it is, but I find it more approachable than other poetry: you just have a way with words that takes me to another world and I love it! I've missed you!

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      Linda Crampton 20 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

      Your poem is filled with vivid and intriguing imagery, Audrey. I get new ideas each time I read it. Thank you!

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      Catherine Tally 20 months ago from Los Angeles

      Our invisible demons are rarely absent! I love your imagination, Audrey, and your mastery of words. It's always a pleasure to read your work!

      My best to you, Cat:)

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      Faith Reaper 20 months ago from southern USA

      Brilliant, Audrey!

      Your words certainly paint a visual.

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      manatita44 20 months ago from london

      This one was painted most powerfully! A strong, sensitive poem. Brilliant!

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      Audrey Howitt 20 months ago from California

      Thank you Mike!

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      Rachel L Alba 20 months ago from Every Day Cooking and Baking

      It reminded me of pretty little fairies flying around and nobody sees them.

      Blessings to you, Audrey.

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      Richard Francis Fleck 20 months ago from Denver, Colorado

      Richly imagistic poem that works on the imagination.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I have run out of words to describe your exquisite poetry. You truly are a wonderful talent.

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      Ruby Jean Richert 20 months ago from Southern Illinois

      I thought of the poor waiters who watched the wealthy eat and drink wine, hoping they would leave a taste to savor. Very creative!

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      John Hansen 20 months ago from Queensland Australia

      I like Flourish's take on this poem. Reminded me of a Salvadore Dali painting. Very appealing.

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      FlourishAnyway 20 months ago from USA

      You probably didn't intend this at all, but this makes me think of rats hiding out at a fancy party or at the fringes of polite society mocking those who would be disgusted if only they knew. They're waiting for a feast of crumbs.

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      mckbirdbks 20 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      There is a richness here, not often found.