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.
Tao Talk 
I can feel that you are not entirely in the iron grasp of fall… we have sunken deeper into the mire of grey.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Not quite in the iron grasp you’re right, sorry you’re in the mire. Have you heard of 10,000 lux lights? Very effective in combating that greyness.
LikeLike
Goodness! I can just see those “Dancing red-orange craven magnets.” So good.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks De. I just know when I shut my eyes and let the sun penetrate my lid, I see them 🙂
LikeLike
This is beautifully woven, Lisa! I love; “When Sol blasts fall’s curtains away/Cells remember and celebrate.” 💝
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂 Thank you very much.
LikeLike
I love “brightshine” and “then shrink to shadowed dank under rotting leaves”. The piece is an ode, both erotic and natural; an excellent write.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, Glenn.
LikeLike
Lovely. I particularly like ‘When Sol blasts fall’s curtains away’ I can just see the autumn mists clearing with the strength of the dying sun.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad you can see it, Francis 🙂
LikeLike
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.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Many thanks, Lucy, I liked those lines also.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love the opening line, Lisa, and the use of colour in your quadrille.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Kim.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It really is swings and roundabouts between the overcast grey days, and the glorious sunshine moments.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I like the idea of leaves celebrating. We need a little celebration at the moment, after all.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Sarah, yes we do.
LikeLike
What a good image you chose to complement your poem! That sun really blasts.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Jane he knew how to do the sun up right.
LikeLike
He certainly did 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s so elemental throughout and such small things as cells in tune with the sun… cool.
LikeLiked by 1 person
D, many thanks. We are sun creatures by nature I think.
LikeLike
I like “Winds howl with crystalled regret.” Before too long, we’ll soon be wishing for that bright van Gogh sun!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Indeed!
LikeLiked by 1 person
A great poem Lisa… love the images of the leaves cells forgetting and the crystalled regret
that haunts goosebumped skin
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad you enjoyed it, Dwight.
LikeLiked by 1 person
My favorite line is ‘winds howl with crystalloid regret.’ Indeed they do- excellent Lisa!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Linda, many thanks.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Argh- spellcheck decided to change crystalled to crystalloid- lol.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I caught your drift Linda 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s mu guess autumn is not your favorite time of year!! Well penned, my friend!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Let’s put it this way, it actually is my favorite time of year — but only when the sun is shining 🙂 Thank you much glad you like it.
LikeLike
This is a wonderful poem Lisa. Well written. And thank you for the Beatles!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Rob, thank you, and my pleasure.
LikeLike
I like the title, Craven magnets, and the ending lines as well with fall’s curtains blasted away. The VanGogh image is great as I feel my cells remembering that warmth on this cold, Kansas City day!
LikeLiked by 1 person
So happy to hear it, thanks, Tricia.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your welcome!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I so love the autumn season. This part is joyful celebration:
Cells remember and celebrate,
Dancing red-orange craven magnets.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂 Yes!
LikeLike
How lovely, your dancing leaves of Autumn. A beautiful poem
Much❤love
LikeLiked by 1 person
Many thanks, Gillena!
LikeLike
Let me just heap my praise on your work for ALL the reasons named above. Great work, Lisa.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ron, thanks much 🙂
LikeLike
I like the stark sound of ” shrink
to shadowed dank under rotting leaves” and “capricious heat-sucking sin”. You’ve really captured the gloom of autumn.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Mish.
LikeLike
Lovely words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂 Thank you.
LikeLike
Love “Cell memories leak,” “cells remember and celebrate” — lovely sentiments of hope in decay! Beautifully woven words, Lisa.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dora many thanks.
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
“Brightshine fades to metallic gray.” Great line Lisa…
I love that illustration also…that is really cool.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂 Thank you, Max, glad you like that line.
LikeLiked by 1 person
In the gray, in the gold …
I adore the visuals of fall, but not the growing cold …
LikeLiked by 1 person
I hear you!
LikeLike
😁
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love golden sun by Vincent with your final stanza…you capture the joy!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yay so glad you like it, Lynn.
LikeLiked by 1 person
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.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂 Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
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
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hank, thank you, yes 🙂
LikeLike
Difficult to pick a favourite line…engages all senses! Beautifully expressed, Li.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Punam, thank you ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Most welcome. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
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)
LikeLiked by 1 person
So glad you know where I’m coming from on this, K.
LikeLiked by 1 person
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.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I like what you see with your eyes, Lillian, very well could be a metaphor for dementia.
LikeLike
This is beautiful. The phrasing is just wonderful! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sascha thank you 🙂
LikeLike