dVerse Poetics — In January

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Crimson wings cast weak shadows on russet fluffs
still standing from once-sunny goldenrod; they clump,
the mangy fur of a hungry coyote lost from its pack.
Limp, muted green mats of still grass fill the spaces,
where deer lie, hide to hide, in their warm rests until
Venus nightly beckons from her speckled black bowl.

I look down past my red fuzzy slippers, penetrating to
orange doppelganger; coquettish, magnetic core who
styles herself upon engine a galaxy away; veiled by
mantled rock or miasmic cloud, do obscure the same.
I, paste mangy mimic, cocoon in chill patient gloom
waiting for the turn, a pale white, disconsolate worm.

Sanaa is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Sanaa says:
For Today’s Poetics, I want you to become the embodiment of winter. Tell us what you feel during this season. Describe a typical day in January. Feel free to go dark and philosophical or perhaps even write a story poem like Whiteman. I look forward to seeing what you come up with.

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  1. I love how you capture that winter landscape with the hope a pale disconsolate worm.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you, Bjorn.

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  2. sanaarizvi says:

    This is incredibly potent, Lisa! I especially like; “Limp, muted green mats of still grass fill the spaces, where deer lie, hide to hide, in their warm rests until Venus nightly beckons from her speckled black bowl.” Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt 💘💘

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thanks much, Sanaa!

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  3. Carol anne says:

    this is gorgeous Lisa! 🙂 🙂

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thanks much, Carole Anne!

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      1. Carol anne says:

        ☮️Love reading your poetry Lisa it’s so good

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  4. lillian says:

    This is so powerful….the imagery is amazing.
    “russet fluffs
    still standing from once-sunny goldenrod;” What an incredibly accurate but beautiful way to describe the wintry “leftovers” of the bloom.
    So very impressed with this write.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Lillian, thank you. The other day I walked kitchen scraps out to the compost pile and noticed them. Something I’d walked past many times and never noticed. Nature always likes to surprise us.

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  5. kim881 says:

    I love your use of colour in this poem, Lisa, from the crimson wings and russet fluff to the red, fuzzy slippers, juxtaposed with ‘the mangy fur of a hungry coyote lost from its pack’ and the ‘pale white, disconsolate worm’.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Kim, happy you enjoyed it and appreciate the kind words.

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  6. rothpoetry says:

    I love the idea of looking down past your red fuzzy slippers and contemplating deep thoughts!
    Well done!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Dwight, thank you. I’m not sure where that came from. I just imagined my vision going down to the center of the earth and finding it a flimsy substitute for the sun.

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      1. rothpoetry says:

        I tend to go off down the rabbit hole at times . A word or line catches me. Must have been the slippers! :>)

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  7. Gillena Cox says:

    Luv the warmth in your slippers

    Much❤love

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thanks, Gillena!

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  8. memadtwo says:

    Chill patient gloom…exactly. (K)

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  9. Sadje says:

    Love your poem Li.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thanks much, Sadje!

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  10. M Jay Dixit says:

    Lovely use of personification and metaphors throughout the poem. I especially loved this, “”Venus nightly beckons from her speckled black bowl.” I like the idea of Venus as beckoning very much.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you, Jay. I’ve been reading about medicine bowls and they are described as a bowl of water where you can look in and see the stars. Also, about the morning star, Venus, and knowing Venus is the goddess of love, thought to incorporate these things into the poem.

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  11. Misky says:

    Such a beauty of a poem, particularly that last line “Venus nightly beckons from her speckled black bowl.”

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Misky thanks so much ❤

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  12. randydafoe says:

    Somehow you make words go together that no one else would think of, very well done!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Randy, you make my day with your comment. Thank you very much. I do like the way this one turned out.

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      1. randydafoe says:

        You have a gift no doubt

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  13. kittysverses says:

    The colours, gloom, all well portrayed, Li. Splendid writing! 🙂

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Kitty, thanks so much ❤

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  14. Badfinger (Max) says:

    This one had to be hard to write…it flows great

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Max, I believe that that more time taken with a poem, the better it is, because you can polish it and change words that fit better. I’m sure it is like any art (writing, drawing, painting, music, sculpture, cinema.) Thank you.

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  15. This cascades like a waterfall, Lisa. A stunning poem!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Sara, many thanks.

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