Monday is wine
abundunt with spice & plum
i spill on my
tuxedo
pressed for the week
i twirl my glass
for a closer peek on bowl
is it ebony silver, spotted spots of cat
or
is it golden locks of sunflower spires
on cusp
breaking underfoot from oak barrels
i drink to blues, blue
i (breathing)
hours, smoke & symmetry of dead leaves
blue season of poppies & snowflakes
i reach (again)
for my morning medicine
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB: Synesthesia. We are focusing on colors (grapheme color synesthesia). The post is about seasonal affective disorder (SAD), which is a type of depression that is related to the changes in seasons. As a note, I have overcome this and have focused on keeping busy and engaged with poetry.
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Oh I probably have a little bit of SAD with a thick coating of Covid depression. Poetry helps. I love how you describe how it feels but I manage to stay away from wine on Mondays
ReplyDeleteIt's funny how only one color has music named after it. I have often drunk to blues...
ReplyDeleteSnap! We both chose to write about Monday, Grace! I love yours with its spice and plum wine, ‘golden locks of sunflower spires’ and ‘blue season of poppies & snowflakes’.
ReplyDeleteI love how you wrote this, Grace. Can relate especially for reaching for the morning meds. :)
ReplyDeletei drink to blues, blue
ReplyDeletei (breathing)
hours, smoke & symmetry of dead leaves
blue season of poppies & snowflakes
Just excellent, Grace, so evocative and so deftly done.
you painted with the lightest of touches - a delight to read (and glad you are countering SAD)
ReplyDeleteVery nice indeed, Grace.
ReplyDeleteis it golden locks of sunflower spires
on cusp
breaking underfoot from oak barrels
wonderful juxtapositions that work
I'm so glad you've overcome your SAD. I am feeling it a bit this year but not too badly. I can really relate to your poem especially the lines:
ReplyDeletei drink to blues, blue
i (breathing)
hours, smoke & symmetry of dead leaves
blue season of poppies & snowflakes
Monday sounds like a fun day in your household!
ReplyDeleteBreath-taking, Grace. Monday is wineday but every day is a shot of Grand Marnier in the morning's 1st coffee day.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is good Grace. I like it a lot! "hours, smoke & symmetry of dead leaves blue season of poppies & snowflakes". Love that smoke & symmetry...
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeously worded, Grace!💝 I especially love; "is it ebony silver, spotted spots of cat or is it golden locks of sunflower spires on cusp breaking underfoot from oak barrels."💝
ReplyDeleteI'm enjoying a glass of wine as I read this enjoyable piece, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThis drew me in for a second read. I especially like the title.
ReplyDeleteThose two opening lines hooked me, and the sensations of movement and color and texture kept me enthralled. Fine writing!
ReplyDeleteThis was an interesting prompt. Your poem becomes very real with the spilling of the wine on your tux.
ReplyDeleteWhat a creative way to reflect on SAD. The emotions come through in the imagery. This is powerful in it's brevity.
ReplyDeleteThis is just fascinating to read, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI nearly missed the golden "i". Very clever.
ReplyDeleteWow. I really like the feelsoundcolors of this.
ReplyDeleteYou took the prompt and ran with it. I love your poetry and the reference to blues in this blue time of the pandemic and the blueness of no final results yet in our political race to the White House. I agree with D. Avery, the feelsoundcolor of this is enchanting!
ReplyDeleteesp. love this "(breathing) hours, smoke & symmetry of dead leaves blue season of poppies & snowflakes"
ReplyDeleteI particularly liked:
ReplyDelete"i drink to blues, blue
i (breathing)
hours, . . ."
I'm glad you've overcome SAD. The darkness always makes me feel like it's bedtime at 4 or 5 in the afternoon.
SAD grows sadder this year for many. I love all the colors and scents here.
ReplyDeleteDrinking to in around and through the blues. Just right.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this multi-sensory experience of Monday blues...and I assume wine & poetry are the medicine :)
ReplyDeleteGah. This stanza is a stunner, Grace:
ReplyDelete"i drink to blues, blue
i (breathing)
hours, smoke & symmetry of dead leaves
blue season of poppies & snowflakes"
hours, smoke & symmetry of dead leaves
ReplyDeleteblue season of poppies & snowflakes
Blue season a perfect contrast to the red poppies and pure innocent whites
Hank
SAD can be very debilitating. Our church always has a special Christmas service on Christmas Eve day that is especially for persons who are struggling with the season for whatever reason. Christmas can be blue for many people....it can be the hardest time of the year for some. Your poem and juxtapositioning of colors and imagery is so very well done.
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