"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, April 2, 2012


Sunday's Challenge at Real Toads is to use the beautiful photography of Laura Hegfield as our inspiration to write a poem. I thank Laura for her generosity and sharing a part of herself with us.

© Laura Hegfield 2012

The petals
drank secrets
from her palm.

The future spoke
in crisscrossing
life lines.

But she
was content
to not know her future.

She held the flower
 until it wilted,
 then scattered
the unknown with a wish.

©Susie Clevenger


Kerry O'Connor said...

... content not to know her future..
Perhaps the best way to be. This poem sits in the palm as perfectly as the flower.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So perfectly written, Susie.

Laura said...

oh susie this is exquisite...I love the first line in particular but the whole poem is gorgeous!

Ed Pilolla said...

she sounds like a good provider, not tearing off petals like 'he-loves-me, he-loves-me not.' this is counter to the tradition and feels so wise.

Ella said...

Beautiful...I hope she gets her wish!
I love that you focused on the lines..stunning!

Margaret said...

Exquisitely done! Perfect joining of a poetic image and words.

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