Mutatio


Frost comes without invitation
to strip butterfly wings from marigolds’
defiant orange resistance to change.

…Seasons can be cruel…

I collect my journals of dead things,
faded ink spills of pedestal-ed heartbreak,
and poem a match to burn winter from me.

©Susie Clevenger 2018


Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…
Fantastic, Susie! Loved it.
I love it all – and particularly that last line. It sizzles like the match striking.
Vandana Sharma said…
Piogant yet brave to let go of things and emotions.
Margaret said…
a poem being a match... I SO love that.
Kerry O'Connor said…
What I have enjoyed the most in these puente poems is the way the second half develops the initial idea to most unexpected ends.. none so much as in your poem, Susie. The finale is brilliant.
Marian said…
Wow, these images!
Burn winter from you... stay warm! I love pedestal-ed heartbreak in particular, and journals of dead things... I guess I have one of those, too. :)
Sanaa Rizvi said…
This is utterly gorgeous. Especially love; "marigolds’ defiant orange resistance to change."💞
Carrie Van Horn said…
This is stunning and heartfelt Susie! I love it!
jellojenna6 said…
That last line is amazing!
Helen said…
Poem a match ~ how brilliant is that!!
Jim said…
Winter brings sadness and death. Some things need burning. We have ashes of two dogs and a cat which we've not disposed. Someday will come.
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Sara McNulty said…
Excellent images in this, Susie!
Magaly Guerrero said…
Love the idea of poetry warming driving away the chill of winter... And the image of a journal of dead things is just so powerful.
grapeling said…
that's a fiery close, Susie, an inversion done well ~