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Saturday, September 14, 2013

Open Palm

             Art by Kathryn Dyche Dechairo

Holding on with open palm to silence
I watch summer wither into brittle vines
wishing the wind would wait
until the last flower bloomed
before it stripped memories
from their stems.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

18 comments :

Hannah said...

So poignant, Susie...I love the zooming in on those last unopened buds and the ethereal wind pulling life from them...swirling it away with winter. Beautiful writing.

Grace said...

I like the nod to the seasonal change to autumn, but with darker hues such as stripping memories from their stems ~ Beautiful share Susie ~ Thanks for linking up with Sunday's challenge and wishing you happy weekend ~

Kay L. Davies said...

I'm with you here, wishing it would wait until the flowers have finished, even though autumn is one of my favorite seasons.
The others have said it, and I repeat...beautiful, Susie.
K

Kerry O'Connor said...

You have evoked the change of seasons with a stark use of imagery. I could feel this in my bones.

Kathryn said...

Stripping memories from their stems . . . so beautiful. Time waits for no-one.

Debi Swim said...

Oh, Susie - breathtaking. As I get older this is how I feel.

Tammy said...

I loved "holding on with open palm." What a lovely piece.

humbird said...

So cool and so meaningful in so short poem. Love the first line about being open, and the image of stripped flower so amazingly sexy even. Here is the real poetry: attractive and soothing...

Helen said...

I also wish the wind would wait ... open to vast interpretation. Lovely poem, Susie.

Susie Swanson said...

Breathtaking and so beautiful. Summer's last breath. Love it. hugs,xo

Fireblossom said...

Oh, I know. Even when the chill is on the wind, don't take what I'm not ready to let go of just yet.

Mama Zen said...

Beautiful write, Susie. I love that close.

Susan said...

aw. we are never ready.

LaTonya Baldwin said...

Great image to match the art and you know how I feel about sound devices. Love the w's.

Isadora Gruye said...

"Holding on with open palm to silence..." what a strong opening. This piece is consistent and ends just as brilliantly! Well done

gabrielle said...


Holding on with open palm—seemingly incongruous, yet it is the only way to approach the blind wind.
It always feels premature. I could feel this one in my bones.

grapeling said...

nice rhythm in this write, Susie

Outlawyer said...

So lovely - I have been wishing that with fruit - we have berry bushes-- all these unripe berries. Thanks, Susis. K. (This is Manicddaily--wordpress.)

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