d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics – Dungeons and Derivatives
Quite a challenge today! Choose a line from one of Sanaa’a poems and write your own poem using derivatives of its words.
Here is my attempt using the following line:
5 “The rustling of leaves; I have stood many a time at the doorway of dreaming.” – Buck Moon ~ Part two: Seeing things.
The Coming Change
Flower petals hang limp and faded
their leaves spotted with disease
The sun’s warmth is abandoning us –
tilting away to warm the faces of others
leaving no heat to see us through the night
Even the geese mock us, honking as
they fly across the sky in formation
Gentle breezes have turned a cold shoulder and
Rusted leaves stand in the doorway of my dreams
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https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/07/poetics-dungeons-and-derivatives/
rhymeswithbug 
The turn in the season is captured beautifully here, Candy.
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I love how you derive ‘the doorway of my dreams’ from ‘the doorway of dreaming.’ I can feel the seasons shifting through your words!
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Brilliant derivations …. you used Sanaa’s line with precision.
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This is expertly wrought, Candy! 😀 Wowww! I especially love; “Gentle breezes have turned a cold shoulder and/Rusted leaves stand in the doorway of my dreams.” You have certainly captured the mood that the quote evokes. I love, love it! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝💝
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Thank you for sharing your lovely words for us to use.
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I feel the same… autumn with its darkness can be heavy.
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I love the seasonal metaphor. Mind you, here we are facing another coming bushfire season. It is not always called summer anymore. Somehow winter doesn’t look as oppressive these days.
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Hope you have a mild season
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Wonderful, Candy! I love your ending on this.
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