photo by Don Sutherland
This month I’m sharing my poem, Suspense, from my book, Undertow. I remember reading this poem to my critique group to get their perspective. The original title was Surprise. Patsy, one of our members, thought I could find a stronger word choice than Surprise. We all brainstormed for a bit and came up with the title, Suspense. What a difference.
The poem originates from an image I saw. Was it surprise that compelled me to write about it? Or was it suspense? Although it was a surprise to see a leaf dangling from a spider web, I was more anxious about the uncertainty of the situation. What would become of the leaf? How alike was this journey of a leaf to my human experience?
Suspense
This can be said of an autumn leaf
dangling from spider’s web
in frail breeze
not of sky or earth
but in-between
Even the journey of a falling leaf
from tree to ground
is not without suspense
Last fall, I wrote this poem while gazing out my window. It’s about the moment a leaf surprised me in an unexpected way. This time the title fits.
Autumn Surprise
One gold leaf drifts by
captures my eye
as if a butterfly
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Nice
Beautiful!
Thanks Sarita. It’s a beautiful time of year.
Good job, Barbara. Great photo too!
Thanks Lenore. I love the picture too.
Wouldn’t it be special to stand by and wait for that leaf to fall from the spider’s web? Love the way you phrased it. Nice poem.
Thanks Marilyn. It might have been a different poem if I had waited.
Very good. To my surprise my thoughts are suspenseful in the plight between cought in motion and destination.