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.

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  1. I can feel that you are not entirely in the iron grasp of fall… we have sunken deeper into the mire of grey.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      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.

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  2. whimsygizmo says:

    Goodness! I can just see those “Dancing red-orange craven magnets.” So good.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thanks De. I just know when I shut my eyes and let the sun penetrate my lid, I see them 🙂

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  3. sanaarizvi says:

    This is beautifully woven, Lisa! I love; “When Sol blasts fall’s curtains away/Cells remember and celebrate.” 💝

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    1. msjadeli says:

      🙂 Thank you very much.

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  4. Glenn A. Buttkus says:

    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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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you so much, Glenn.

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  5. 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.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Glad you can see it, Francis 🙂

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  6. Lucy says:

    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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    1. msjadeli says:

      Many thanks, Lucy, I liked those lines also.

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  7. kim881 says:

    I love the opening line, Lisa, and the use of colour in your quadrille.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you, Kim.

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  8. It really is swings and roundabouts between the overcast grey days, and the glorious sunshine moments.

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  9. I like the idea of leaves celebrating. We need a little celebration at the moment, after all.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thanks, Sarah, yes we do.

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  10. What a good image you chose to complement your poem! That sun really blasts.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thanks Jane he knew how to do the sun up right.

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      1. He certainly did 🙂

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  11. It’s so elemental throughout and such small things as cells in tune with the sun… cool.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      D, many thanks. We are sun creatures by nature I think.

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  12. merrildsmith says:

    I like “Winds howl with crystalled regret.” Before too long, we’ll soon be wishing for that bright van Gogh sun!

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  13. rothpoetry says:

    A great poem Lisa… love the images of the leaves cells forgetting and the crystalled regret
    that haunts goosebumped skin

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Glad you enjoyed it, Dwight.

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  14. My favorite line is ‘winds howl with crystalloid regret.’ Indeed they do- excellent Lisa!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Linda, many thanks.

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      1. Argh- spellcheck decided to change crystalled to crystalloid- lol.

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        1. msjadeli says:

          I caught your drift Linda 🙂

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  15. Beverly Crawford says:

    It’s mu guess autumn is not your favorite time of year!! Well penned, my friend!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      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.

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  16. robtkistner says:

    This is a wonderful poem Lisa. Well written. And thank you for the Beatles!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Rob, thank you, and my pleasure.

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  17. 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!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      So happy to hear it, thanks, Tricia.

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  18. Grace says:

    I so love the autumn season. This part is joyful celebration:

    Cells remember and celebrate,
    Dancing red-orange craven magnets.

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  19. Gillena says:

    How lovely, your dancing leaves of Autumn. A beautiful poem

    Much❤love

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Many thanks, Gillena!

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  20. Ron. says:

    Let me just heap my praise on your work for ALL the reasons named above. Great work, Lisa.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Ron, thanks much 🙂

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  21. Mish says:

    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.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      🙂 Thank you.

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  22. Dora says:

    Love “Cell memories leak,” “cells remember and celebrate” — lovely sentiments of hope in decay! Beautifully woven words, Lisa.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Dora many thanks.

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      1. Dora says:

        My pleasure 😊

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  23. badfinger20 (Max) says:

    “Brightshine fades to metallic gray.” Great line Lisa…
    I love that illustration also…that is really cool.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      🙂 Thank you, Max, glad you like that line.

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  24. In the gray, in the gold …
    I adore the visuals of fall, but not the growing cold …

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  25. lynn__ says:

    Love golden sun by Vincent with your final stanza…you capture the joy!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Yay so glad you like it, Lynn.

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  26. Ingrid says:

    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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    1. msjadeli says:

      🙂 Thank you!

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  27. hank77 says:

    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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    1. msjadeli says:

      Hank, thank you, yes 🙂

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  28. Difficult to pick a favourite line…engages all senses! Beautifully expressed, Li.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Punam, thank you ❤

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  29. memadtwo says:

    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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    1. msjadeli says:

      So glad you know where I’m coming from on this, K.

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  30. lillian says:

    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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    1. msjadeli says:

      I like what you see with your eyes, Lillian, very well could be a metaphor for dementia.

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  31. This is beautiful. The phrasing is just wonderful! 🙂

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Sascha thank you 🙂

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