Today’s dverse prompt is for a November poem. The form is kyrielle sonnet. The photos and video were taken outside today. I feel this poem up close and personal!
Hued raiment cloaked, colorless pall
Greens, browns, reds, fleeting, if at all
Sighing as I sip from my mug
When Mother Gaia pulls the plug
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Heat flown, must be cultivated
Chills grown and must be placated
Recall Indian Summer’s hugs
When Mother Gaia pulls the plug
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Vibrancy vacates, life stands still
Only growing: snow hills and bills
And layered clothes. I need a hug
When Mother Gaia pulls the plug
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Hued raiment cloaked, colorless pall
When Mother Gaia pulls the plug
Tao Talk 
Beautiful light snow!! Is that a wishing well?
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yes, it is :) my stepfather, who has now passed, built that for me years ago. it covers the actual well.
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I like that birdhouse in the trees with the snow all around and the repeating line about Mother Gaia pulling the plug.
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thank you. i started thinking about how everything just sort of drains out of the season when snow comes and one thing led to another
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Very nice tribute and observation, with a tidy and clever rhyme scheme; enjoyed it. I never heard of autumn as /pulling the plug/; nice & creative.
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thank you very much for your kind words. glad you enjoyed it
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Off topic, I keep putting off doing the award thing. I don’t “know enough people who have few followers. Only one. I am thinking of doing a breaking the rules and just thanking you publicly. What do you think?
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Ruth, you can just forget about it ok? Please don’t worry, it’s long gone. No thanks needed :)
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Ok. I’m really sorry. I am honored but then I froze. (Anxiety?)
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Nice use of repetition in your poem. I think the rain plug has been pulled in the Carolinas!
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thank you. getting a lot of rain there?
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Yes, for days. Tomorrow is finally going to clear…
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Good luck on that. We heard two days ago that the weather would be good for the next two days, and this is what we got. Hoping you have a boat handy just in case?
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Ha Ha… maybe an ark!
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Lovely photos!❤
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if you say so lol. they show how COLD it is here right now. low 30s and only mid-november. i hope this isn’t one of those artic winters like last winter was
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Hahaha.. Hopefully, today will be a better day! ;)
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Thank you for your hope, Richa, it is. Snow is still on the ground, but no new stuff is falling. It’s halfway still warm in here after the wood burner went out in the night, so it probably isn’t as cold today.
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Oh.. Thankfully, it’s gotten a little better here – The snow has melted and there some sun too! Here’s to hoping it gets better for you too..
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Glad you are getting sun! Grey here but no more snow
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What would we do without poetry to get us through.
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Oh so true! There is nothing that can’t serve as a topic for a poem, that’s the best part of all :)
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“When Mother Gais pulls the plug”, I love the repetition of this line – very effective Jade! I was really taken by this piece Msjadeli… :-). Following here is a haiku I wrote 9 years ago. Thought you might enjoy it.
Man seeks dominion
Frail balance has been disturbed
Gaia is weeping
© rob kistner
…rob from Image & Verse
Lost in Azure
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I’m glad you connected with it, Rob. I like your piece as well. The infernal campaign by humans to destroy our home, which allows us to exist, makes me weep also.
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This is such a beautiful tribute ❤❤❤
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Thank you very much. Glad you connected with it <3
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I feel a symmetry with Gaia and Ceres/Demeter weeping for Persephone bringing in winter, but when it Gaia it is orders of magnitude more ominous than Ceres’ cyclical seasonal grief and renewal. Your poem has apocalyptic currents and yet a calm sad mix of resignation and determination. “I need a hug”. Brilliant, personal, terrifying – and yet not. Oh how we need to get real about our stewardship of this magical mother/garden. I think maybe I’ll go turn down the thermostat and pull on a sweater.
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I appreciate your insights! and your kind comments <3
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This month can be so dark and dreary… so either Gaia has pulled the plug or at least turned her back to us.
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To me, it’s just what she does at this time of year — it doesn’t mean I have to like it ;)
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