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

Sunday, August 31, 2014

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.


grapeling said...

that final line packs a wallop ~

Vandana Sharma said...

let the mistakes be bygone

Sumana Roy said...

the last stanza says it all...

Kerry O'Connor said...

I'm with grape.. the last lines are an object lesson in cause and effect.

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.

Grace said...

I agree, that ending line says it all ~ Lovely work Susie ~

Helen said...

... 'wee hours of together' ~ all the more we cherish them. Lovely poem, Ms. S!

georgeplaceblog said...

Impossible to pick one outstanding line, they each are crucial to the next... beautiful, insightful poem.

consciouscacophony 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.

Marian said...

so evocative, Susie!

mrs mediocrity said...

oh, yes... this is it, exactly. you have captured in words what i saw in this tree. i love it.

Jazzbumpa said...

the beginning of the end
always hard to live through

this song goes with the post mortem



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

Hannah said...

I love the idea of memory having flesh...so effective, Susie!

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