Saturday, September 27, 2008

One Single Impression -- Fleeting

The kernel of the idea for this poem emerged in September 1988, twenty years ago, but new experiences, new imagines, new rhythms have resulted in a new poem for the prompt "Fleeting."


Deepest rose: a leaf, a branch, a single tree
flaunts its flame within the green,
a day, a week, then fades to golden brown.

Crystalline light: the sky a frosted mauve,
highlights black lace silhouettes,
a sunset moment slips to shadowed night.

Golden pathway: sparkling ocean, setting sun,
an avenue of light, rocked by rolling waves,
extinguished in the evening fog.

Fragile joy: a face, a smile, a warming voice,
the touch of hearts within the crowd,
drawn on to different fates.


For other poets' poems on the same topic, see One Single Impression for September 28, 2008.

The photo entitled "ghost house" taken by me in early fall 1988, from the Moxham neighborhood of Johnstown on Grove Avenue.


MyBellavia said...

Your poem is beautiful. Each moment, one could take for granted. I love 'flame within the green'. Thank you!

gautami tripathy said...

Crystallized moments....


Anonymous said...

Your ghost house is perfect for your 'fleeting' poem.

anthonynorth said...

Beautifully done. It is so important to capture such moments before they are gone.

Nancy Bea Miller said...

I like your poems, and that is a FANTASTIC photo! Wow!

Anonymous said...

Your poem goes right to the heart of the matter! And it's so well-paired with that amazing photo!

Beth P. said...

Deepest, crystalline, golden, fragile...such great lead in words.

Lovely work--

'Shana tova' to you--


Anonymous said... the context of the poem the caption 'ghost house' acquires new meaning.the image reflects the application of a painter's mind._
the lines-"an avenue of light, rocked by rolling waves,
extinguished in the evening fog"-do exactly what a poem should do.~lovely..many thanks..
(ps:there is style here)

SandyCarlson said...

I love the colors, the temperatures, the atmosphere and the very intimate perspective.

sgreerpitt said...

thanks for sharing your thoughts with me!

Jim said...
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Jim said...

Hi Sue, most of these are indeed fleeting and only some will we remember. I like it!
I won't tell if my wistful dream was really wistful or real! Only a deceased person and I know. Ditto for another. "We write what we know."
BTW, I am a retired Community College Professor, I taught busines, more Business Law than other courses.
Sooooo, I read your very nice "changing sexual norms and Twilight" essay. I'm what you call religious (I don't call it that) but wasn't very 'religious' at one time. I have a lot of fleeting memories of my 'other lives.'

qualcosa di bello said...

so many examples of beautiful, fleeting things...your poem reminds me of a butterfly flitting across a meadow of wildflowers

Anonymous said...

Sue, your poem has so many beautiful images. Great photo, too.

I am also taking away the blog address for JAJance. Thank you!!

Tumblewords: said...

Very nice. I particularly like the fragile joy stanza. Lovely work!

Anonymous said...

The light of sunset on the ocean being eclipsed by the fog-- what an amazing image. The second stanza perfectly describes my favorite early evening image. Very nice.