Monday, February 28, 2011

Three Pieces From A.J. Huffman

A Flapping Dove

We fly time sideways.
Over bridges.
Invisible and soft.
They give beneath us.
Like wings
with no feathers.
All caught up in the weather.
And wear
                 ing nothing.
But the smile
we hold
as good-bye.
  
Opening Night

You want me to believe
you chose to return.
You chose to turn
your eyes and ideas around.
But my sweet tooth is gone.
A hole is all I have left
for you.
Your visual candy.
You’re empty as puppy eyes
and twice as dreadfully dull.
There is no space for your show.
It’s over.
You are over.
And I am the starring play.
  
Balancing Skin and Stone

The cage fit
her shoulders.
Welcoming them.
To the golden spring
surrounding the eyes
of an Autumn angel.
Two hundred years
too late
to save her soul.

--A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida.  She has previously published her work in literary journals, in the U.K. as well as America, such as Avon Literary Intelligencer, Eastern Rainbow, Medicinal Purposes Literary Review, The Intercultural Writer's Review, Icon, Writer's Gazette, and The Penwood Review.
 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

A.J. Huffman just keeps getting better all the time. 2nd poem in this batch written for Everyman.

Donal Mahoney