Erasing Letters



Her kiss tasted like lavender
and sun surrendering to twilight.
 
He sees her sitting on the edge
of his mirror erasing letters
from her name.
 
Love can no longer spell,
but her face hangs
on a fragile thread
in his memory.

©Susie Clevenger 2015



Comments

Anonymous said…
This feels like the memory of someone lost, who can be seen in the mirror--that is, in one's own face--a pretty poignant poem, Susie. K.
January 30, 2015 at 3:57 PM
Jazzbumpa said…
sweet
pungent
poignant

like lavender

cheers
jzb
January 30, 2015 at 6:14 PM
Debi Swim said…
but her face hangs on a fragile thread in his memory... that is such a wonderful line.
January 30, 2015 at 7:16 PM
Hannah said…
"Love can no longer spell..." This entirety is bitter-sweet...excellent, Susie and thank you for joining!
January 30, 2015 at 7:42 PM
brudberg said…
So laced with melancholy of a sadness of loss.. Still the smell is the last memory to linger.
January 31, 2015 at 1:12 AM
Anonymous said…
Real love can only be bittersweet, absent and present at once, aching and fulfilled in the same heart. Very nicely done.
January 31, 2015 at 6:43 AM
Maude Lynn said…
This is exquisite, Susie.
January 31, 2015 at 8:43 AM
Jim said…
Wonderful read here for me, Susie.
The thought of erasing those letters, I couldn't quite imagine. Faintly remembers I think?

"her face hangs on a fragile thread in his memory" clinched it nicely, I have those situations. I try.
..
January 31, 2015 at 11:43 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
What an amazing portrait conveyed in a few lines. Vivid and memorable.
January 31, 2015 at 12:52 PM
Jennifer Wagner said…
Bittersweet, yes. In just a few words you convey a lifetime. Excellent, Susie.
January 31, 2015 at 2:48 PM
Unknown said…
Few lines. Great loss. Well done.
January 31, 2015 at 3:22 PM
Scarlet said…
I felt the fragile memories fading ~ Admiring this line: Love can no longer spell ~

Grace
January 31, 2015 at 5:18 PM
Marian said…
aw! so lovely and loving, but pining. really nice.
January 31, 2015 at 6:19 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Whoa! A brilliant write!
February 1, 2015 at 5:05 PM
Margaret said…
The sense of smell is so powerful - and the last thing to go as far as memories perhaps… Lovley.
February 10, 2015 at 10:37 AM
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