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dVerse — quadrille #114– craven magnets

 

huariqueje: “ The Sower (Sower with Setting Sun) Detail - Vincent van Gogh  , 1888. Dutch, 1853-1889 Oil on canvas, 204.5… | Van gogh, Vincent van gogh,  Sun painting

 

Brightshine fades to metallic gray.
Cell memories leak, then shrink
to shadowed dank under rotting leaves.

Winds howl with crystalled regret
that haunts goosebumped skin
for its capricious heat-sucking sin.

When Sol blasts fall’s curtains away
Cells remember and celebrate,
Dancing red-orange craven magnets.

 

image:  detail of “Sower with Setting Sun” by Vincent VanGogh, in Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands

De is today’s host for dVerse. De says:
Polarize those poems! Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words, including some form of the word magnet.

70 thoughts on “dVerse — quadrille #114– craven magnets

  1. I love “brightshine” and “then shrink to shadowed dank under rotting leaves”. The piece is an ode, both erotic and natural; an excellent write.

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  2. I love this. It’s absolutely chilling and powerful!

    “Winds howl with crystalled regret
    that haunts goosebumped skin
    for its capricious heat-sucking sin.”

    These lines are amazing. ❤ WOW. Beautifully written.

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  3. I love the layers of meaning in this poem: the ‘cell memories’ shrinking ‘to shadowed dank under rotting leaves.’ I also love the triumphant sunburst at the end and the Van Gogh detail illustrates it perfectly.

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  4. kaykuala
    When Sol blasts fall’s curtains away
    Cells remember and celebrate,
    Dancing red-orange craven magnets.

    It is something like celebrating a victory. Great wordcraft Jade!

    Hank

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  5. There’s a certain time of the afternoon the sun falls across my couch. I love to lie down in it for a few minutes–it does release that grey. Great Van Gogh to illustrate the feeling. (K)

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  6. Love the image….Sol blasting.
    The first stanza is incredibly descriptive of what happens in autumn to the leaves…..green to beautiful color to their cells drying, receding to rot on the ground.
    For some reason, I’m also thinking of the first stanza as a metaphor for dementia.

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