fallowed yellow, you're the autumn
i sink into, blur lake bottom
your tarot hands are cool blue
soothing my butterflies coup
you tell me, i'll be okay
moon fever will pass like whey
fallowed yellow, you're the autumn
i sink into, blur lake bottom
Posted for dVerse Poets pub - Poetry form is Octelle. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
The Octelle, created by Emily Romano, is a poem consisting of eight lines using personification and symbolism in a telling manner. The syllable count structure for this verse is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two lines are identical.
This is incredibly gorgeous writing here, Grace! I especially love; "your tarot hands are cool blue/soothing my butterflies coup." 💖💖
ReplyDeleteI, too, was hooked by the "tarot hands". Your poem is a good illustration for the prompt; clever, abstract, rife with symbolism.
ReplyDeleteNice one, luv the Fall yellowness.
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I love all the sights and tastes and sensations in this poem! Especially:
ReplyDelete"your tarot hands are cool blue"
"moon fever will pass like whey"
"I sink into, blur lake bottom."
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This is eerie and sets such an intentionally unclear picture of what exactly is happening. It both chills and attracts and i admire it very much.
ReplyDelete"blur lake bottom" really put me there!! I also love "your tarot hands are cool blue" it somehow feels safe and mysterious at the same time! 💙
ReplyDeleteGrace, there is so much to love about your poem. Your opening enjambment makes me swoon. "Your tarot hands are cool blue"
ReplyDeleteThis feels mystical and a bit ominous. Well done, to me it tells a tale of aging. Thanks for hosting.
ReplyDeleteYou've used wonderful language here - fallowed yellow, blur lake bottom, moon fever
ReplyDeleteThis feels very dreamlike. 'moon fever will pass like whey' ☺️💕
ReplyDeleteI love this so much - from the first word to the last, Grace!
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David [ben Alexander]
Truly a gem. I so love it. Thanks, xoxo, Selma.
ReplyDeleteAutumn, whey-coloured light, a placid pair of arms to fall into.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, Grace. I love the feel of "fallowed yellow" and "blur lake bottom". I feel a sense of reassurance for good things to come.
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ReplyDeleteRich in symbolism, it leaves each reader to interpret what they want to. An incredible write, Grace.
ReplyDelete'Tarot hands' is such a great phrase. You make Autumn sound so mysterious and magical. Your poem was a real pleasure to read, Grace.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and open to interpretation.
ReplyDeleteOne might say one could sink into this poem. Lovely.
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