Monday, September 21, 2020

Choose your spell


when days are stretched taut as strings-

when nights are purpled in turmoil-


remember that you wield

color of your sky-dome


blue as silent lake 

calm as palm of deep forest


or


grey-metal, sawdust of despair

in storm-drivelled clouds


or 


pumpkin-pixelled

coaxing sunflower spells



Sunflower by Grace


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, SKY.  Thanks for the visit and comments.   

33 comments:

  1. This is gorgeously deep and evocative, Grace!💝 I resonate strongly with the idea of wielding one's energy and "color of sky-dome." How we choose to react to life, people and circumstances matter!

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  2. I love this... at night you need to have those colors close to your heart... maybe that's why we dream

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  3. I love your metaphors here - and the idea of choice is very well done.

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  4. Lovely - we are in charge of the colours within, indeed!

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  5. WOW, Grace! This is so beautifully evocative, and as always, you provide a colorful description with rich and delicious use of words. You are an amazing writer and poet. I am in awe of your work!

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  6. Yessssss to all these colors! So gorgeous. And something being "purpled" is perfection.

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  7. I love the title, Grace, which I felt was just for me – an invitation. I enjoyed the similes and metaphors, especially those days ‘stretched taut as strings’, which they will be again if/when we have another lockdown, together with nights purpled in turmoil. And then you twist your quadrille around with the reminder that I wield the colour of my sky-dome – and what a choice of colours! The image is so cheerful, it has raised my spirit this evening.

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  8. Oh my goodness, Grace...I love everything about this! The sense of self-determination just rings from your words here and the description is savory and beautiful! Some of my favorite phrases
    days stretched taut as strings
    grey-metal, sawdust of despair
    and MOST ESPECIALLY pumpkin-pixelled....this just made me smile!

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  9. And sometimes that color wheel spins moment by moment. Enjoy the brightness whenever you can, which is my takeaway from your poem. Nicely done.

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  10. It's a nice idea, being able to create the decor for our mood, or change decor to change our mood.

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  11. This is full of such gorgeous sounds. It's funny, but I think I was dreaming of things being purpled. 😀. I love: "pumpkin-pixelled
    coaxing sunflower spells"

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  12. Dwelling on calamity darkens our "sky dome", so I believe. I tend to want to surround myself with positivity. May it be so!

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  13. The sky does affect our moods, shading or lighting our path.

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  14. Luv those colours of happy moods

    Much💜love

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  15. This is something I need to share with my fellow writers here at dVerse. I so enjoy reading the work that you create and post, and am genuinely honored to be embraced as a part of this community of poets. May we all find healing in these challenging times. And as a true aquarian love child, and also a proud flower child of the 60’s, who truly believed then we would some day change the world to be a better place for all, and still believes that we might yet do it — I wish each of you peace, health, and love. Write on!

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  16. Just lovely Grace - the pairing of sounds - purpled in turmoil; pumpkin pixelled; calm as a palm - delicious - I'd read it aloud, except the guys working on my gutters would think me odd (I'll wait till they leave).

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  17. Your rich colors and artful words remind us that perspective is a choice which creates our personal environment. Thanks for sharing this truth so poetically!

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  18. Always another way to look at things

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  19. I love
    remember that you wield

    color of your sky-dome

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  20. I beautiful hue of colors to brighten up our world and sky.

    blue as silent lake - yes, I feel that today

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  21. There is nothing better than losing yourself in nature. The world is really beautiful yet so few really notice it. This really is such a beautiful poem.

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  22. grey-metal, sawdust of despair...
    Attitude makes all the difference in world. Blue sky or despair the choice is ours! Very nice!

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  23. I inevitably fall under the sunflower's spell. Great work, Grace!

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  24. I see the seasons in your peace. So delicate.

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  25. The colorful imagery and the choices were such a treat to the mind :)

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  26. Lovely! This is where I choose to be today ...

    "blue as silent lake

    calm as palm of deep forest"

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  27. Such evocative imagery here, Grace. You had me at "when nights are purpled in turmoil". I love the message of accepting what is (nonjudgmental, even playfully) and then wielding the true power of choice.

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  28. Kerfe said...

    Our mood definitely influences what we see. Lovely imagery.

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  29. Oh, I love this! Beautifully done.

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