Prompt: Letting go
The snow has come as predicted
The sun shines too
All is white
Visibility low
You have brought up “letting go”
When you know
I am not good at it
I remember
When you left
All was lost
I would look down
See my hands
Knuckles white
Clenched
Holding on
Even when there was nothing left
I had to talk myself through
Open my hands
Turn them over
Nothing to hold on to
Letting go
So quickly the snow
Has stopped
Visibility still low
But is expected
Again and again
Like “letting go”
Again and again
annellannell 
I like the way you tied the idea of letting go, to the seasons, like winter ~ Perhaps it will makes things easier if we follow the lead of nature, learning to let go again and again ~
Grace
we live our lives letting go…again and again, like the weather, for sure…and sometimes we do have to talk ourselves through it…pulling back one finger at a time…
I really like the white images here, the snow, the knuckles, everything. It reminds me of the game where you imagine yourself in a white room and it is supposed to tell you how you feel about death. I also like the repetition of the “o” sounds througout. It emphasizes the mourning quality of the poem. Letting go is hard and this poem conveys that wonderfully.
…liked the similes… and indeed you will learn to let go maybe not now but li’l by li’l we will get there… wonderful offering… smiles…
letting go…again and again…and yeah..nature is a good teacher in the art of letting go i think..
Letting go – once I held on, refusing to let go. A friend kindly made me do it – and I found the love of my life.
…. one of my favorite ‘Annell Poems’ 🙂
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powerful poem, like vertigo