Rising, skeleton
grey against white
winter weak bulb,
appetites spring.
Memory’s green
sprouting raiment
soon-kept promise –
songs on birdwing.
To
blue drowns, tickles
toes and sands as
tired bellies flop
jumbo towels.
Then
orange, now brown
clowns skip;
seasonal powders
circled; muse’
fragrant palettes.
top image: “Four Seasons,” by Yvonne You
De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De says:
Just rouse your muse, and pen us a poem of precisely 44 words, not counting the title, literally containing some form of the word muse.
Tao Talk 
It is still a few months away, but part of me longs for such a seasonal change.
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Bjorn, I hear you! I want that weak bulb to warm up, blue the sky, and yellow our northern world again.
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Yes! It is in the senses, the fragranced palettes…
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🙂
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love love love all the vivid color saturation in this! I can see it!
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Yay! 🙂
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Love this especially; “Memory’s green sprouting raiment soon-kept promise.” 😀 Gorgeously rendered, Lisa.
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Sanaa, much thanks 🙂
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A thoroughly enjoyable rendition of the seasonal changes ..
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Ivor, happy you enjoyed the seasons, thank you.
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That final stanza is so wonderful.
“Then
orange, now brown
clowns skip”
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🙂
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Beautiful colors.
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Thank you : )
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You welcome 😟
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Love the last stanza Jade! It gives the feelings that you are going to get what is desired.
Hank
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I sure hope so, Hank! Thank you 🙂
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The days are definitely getting longer. Now you’ve got me thinking about the beach…(k)
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Yay! Mission accomplished 🙂
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If the speed at which the first week of January flew by is any indication, spring will be here before we know it. I also like the Joni Mitchell song you picked, including her direction to the audience to sing out of tune! 🙂
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I hope so, Christian. I picked that clip because of the intro. It’s on her Miles of Aisles album 🙂
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I know I’ve listened to that album before. I remembered how she was joking about van Gogh!
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Nobody said to van Gogh, “Paint ‘A Stormy Night’ again, man!” He painted it, that was it.
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Hilarious! I also like when she starts giggling about it!
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:::giggling::: “Maybe somebody buys it, maybe nobody buys it and it sits up in a dusty loft. He painted it and that was it.”
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It comes close to stand-up comedy! 🙂
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The way the brightness blends for you and in your poetry. It is magical. Your muse is kind as she teaches us there are new ways to see the world. Cheers.
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:::blushing::: You made my day with your comment, Karen. Thank you ❤
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So glad. So true. 💜
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Love the turn turn turn of this, the seasons, the fragrant palettes of your muse
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D, thank you. Happy you enjoyed the seasonal offering.
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I like the contrast with colors
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Thank you, Larry. It all started when I looked outside and saw grey on grey on grey.
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I can easily visualize this.The slow increments that somehow speed by. And to everything turn, turn, turn – even muse.
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Raivenne glad you connected with the poem, thank you. Yes — even muse turns…
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You have done a beautiful job with this, both the poetry and the paintings. The seasons do each bring a different muse to us.
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Dwight thank you. Yes, they do!
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Spring is not that far away. Already there days seem brighter.
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I sure hope so, Sadje!
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🥰
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Ah the refreshing change in seasons which we all have been longing! May the spring bring with it brighter days,and better ones too! 🙂
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Q, absolutely!
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“winter weak bulb,
appetites spring.”
I like your play of words, Li. Happy New Year. 🙂
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Thanks much, Kitty 🙂
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What a kaleidoscope of colours! ❤️
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Punam, I needed some color in the blank page landscape. Thanks much.
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My pleasure.
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Lisa, honestly, the word ‘magical’ comes to mind as a fitting descriptor for this poem of yours.
❤
David
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Thanks much, David. Glad you like it ❤
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The build to fragrant palettes was a joy, beautifully told.
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Paul, glad you enjoyed it, thank you.
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Very welcome Lisa 🙂
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I read this as a distaff rainbow–the colors not quite correct, but we remember rainbows, don’t we?
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❤
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Love that second stanza! All of spring is there.
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Thanks, Jane!
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The opening lines are so vivid, and I love “blue drowns,’ a phrase I think I have used in one way or anotherin the past myself–a very strong sense of life waiting to return and wipe out with its rainbow colors the greyness of winter. Great job expressing so many colors and feelings in such a short form!
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Joy, thank you. I like how you describe the blue drowns. Thank you for your kind words.
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A beautiful telling of the changing seasons, Lisa!
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Many thanks, glad you enjoyed the telling.
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Very much so.
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I like it…and I like the Joni song.
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Thank you, Max 🙂
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Wonderfully penned
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Thank you!
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My pleasure
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Oh I understand the longing for the seasonal muse. We just take matters into our own hands, blessed that we can, and came to San Diego a week ago to stay for two months. We left Boston on Wednesday and they got 11.2 inches of snow on Friday and then had frigid, below zero windchill temps!! We’re enjoying San Diego sunshine so hopefully my must followed me! 🙂
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❤ I don't blame you a bit for getting out of blizzards and into San Diego sunshine. One of these winters I will find a way to do the same. I have always dreamed of spending a couple of months in Spain.
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that should say, hopefully my MUSE followed me!
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got it 🙂
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