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

Sunday Challenge Featuring ~ Kathryn Dyche Dechairo

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.
September 14, 2013 at 9:04 PM
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 ~
September 14, 2013 at 9:40 PM
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
September 15, 2013 at 1:08 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
You have evoked the change of seasons with a stark use of imagery. I could feel this in my bones.
September 15, 2013 at 2:04 AM
Kathryn Dyche said…
Stripping memories from their stems . . . so beautiful. Time waits for no-one.
September 15, 2013 at 7:07 AM
Debi Swim said…
Oh, Susie - breathtaking. As I get older this is how I feel.
September 15, 2013 at 8:48 AM
Tammy said…
I loved "holding on with open palm." What a lovely piece.
September 15, 2013 at 8:54 AM
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...
September 15, 2013 at 10:03 AM
Helen said…
I also wish the wind would wait ... open to vast interpretation. Lovely poem, Susie.
September 15, 2013 at 10:36 AM
Susie Swanson said…
Breathtaking and so beautiful. Summer's last breath. Love it. hugs,xo
September 15, 2013 at 12:33 PM
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.
September 15, 2013 at 4:11 PM
Maude Lynn said…
Beautiful write, Susie. I love that close.
September 15, 2013 at 5:15 PM
Susan said…
aw. we are never ready.
September 15, 2013 at 6:56 PM
LaTonya Baldwin said…
Great image to match the art and you know how I feel about sound devices. Love the w's.
September 15, 2013 at 8:28 PM
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
September 15, 2013 at 8:36 PM
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.
September 15, 2013 at 10:51 PM
Anonymous said…
nice rhythm in this write, Susie
September 15, 2013 at 10:56 PM
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.)
September 17, 2013 at 5:28 AM
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