Wee Hours Of Together

Dance with the Ghosts of Tomorrow
© Kelly Letky


We are arms reaching
for last moments before
goodbye has burnt the air.

In the wee hours of together
we dance with tomorrow’s ghosts
that are still warm with memory’s flesh.

Let the promises remain unspoken.
There is no need to ask why because
the answer arrived with our first mistake.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

At Real Toads Kerry provided us with the beautiful photography art of
Kelly Letky as inspiration for our writing. You can find more of her work
on her Etsy page Blue Muse Art.

Sunday Feature Artist ~ Kelly Letky

Comments

Anonymous said…
that final line packs a wallop ~
September 1, 2014 at 12:49 AM
Vandana Sharma said…
let the mistakes be bygone
September 1, 2014 at 5:15 AM
Sumana Roy said…
the last stanza says it all...
September 1, 2014 at 6:38 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
I'm with grape.. the last lines are an object lesson in cause and effect.
September 1, 2014 at 8:25 AM
hedgewitch said…
This is one of the most true poems I have ever read, Susie--in its ability to say so much with such economy, and in its insight. Really, an instant favorite for me.I can't even pick out one line I like better than another--love them all--they all come together and not a word is wasted.
September 1, 2014 at 8:54 AM
Grace said…
I agree, that ending line says it all ~ Lovely work Susie ~
September 1, 2014 at 9:32 AM
Helen said…
... 'wee hours of together' ~ all the more we cherish them. Lovely poem, Ms. S!
September 1, 2014 at 9:40 AM
Anonymous said…
Impossible to pick one outstanding line, they each are crucial to the next... beautiful, insightful poem.
September 1, 2014 at 4:54 PM
Anonymous said…
The title is splendid. You had me hooked right from the start, but the "arms reaching for last moments before goodbye has burnt the air" was my complete undoing. I have lived that moment and you have captured the essence of it in astounding perfection.
September 1, 2014 at 6:36 PM
Marian said…
so evocative, Susie!
September 2, 2014 at 6:02 AM
mrs mediocrity said…
oh, yes... this is it, exactly. you have captured in words what i saw in this tree. i love it.
September 2, 2014 at 9:56 AM
Jazzbumpa said…
the beginning of the end
always hard to live through

this song goes with the post mortem

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m121tmJzcAc

namaste
JzB
September 2, 2014 at 10:50 AM
Margaret said…
…that first stanza is so moving - and as everyone says above - the "arms reaching" is a truly inspired line! The fading of the tree just captures this so well… Lovely
September 2, 2014 at 1:49 PM
Hannah said…
I love the idea of memory having flesh...so effective, Susie!
September 2, 2014 at 8:09 PM
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