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Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines are here)!
I hope you saw my online card earlier this week–I consider this 15 Words or Less community one of my very favorite things about my online life! Here are 3 things this photo makes me think of:
1) runway landing lights at the airport
2) a hooked rug
3) fireflies in July
And here’s my first draft!
Heart
seems strong and pounding,
but thin walls are a fragile
container for life
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Now it’s your turn! Have fun? and stick to? 15 WORDS OR LESS!??(Title doesn’t count toward word count:>)?
228 Responses
The glowing light
Within our souls
Guiding us through
Life’s dark tunnel
For all eternity
- Anne McKenna
Ooh, very meaningful! I like this a lot. Especially the “life’s dark tunnel” ‑great wording!
Beautiful, Anne. I like your use of concrete images–the glowing light and the dark tunnel. They keep the poem from being solely abstract.
I like the idea of that ‘inner’ light guiding, the ‘heart light’ that people speak of.
That light needs nurturing to shine brightly some days. I think we forget this sometimes. I love seeing it in the eyes of tiny babies. And my wish for them– that their light always shines brightly. I like your poem, Anne.
Profound! Only 15 words…but profound!
The glowing light
Within our souls
Guiding us through
Life’s dark tunnel
For all eternity
- Anne McKenna
Ooh, very meaningful! I like this a lot. Especially the “life’s dark tunnel” ‑great wording!
Beautiful, Anne. I like your use of concrete images–the glowing light and the dark tunnel. They keep the poem from being solely abstract.
I like the idea of that ‘inner’ light guiding, the ‘heart light’ that people speak of.
That light needs nurturing to shine brightly some days. I think we forget this sometimes. I love seeing it in the eyes of tiny babies. And my wish for them– that their light always shines brightly. I like your poem, Anne.
Profound! Only 15 words…but profound!
Laura, your poem hit home as my father recently had a heart episode. He’s fine now, but it gave us a scare.
Anne, I believe in that soul light.
At our faculty Christmas party, a colleague brought her one year old son. He was pointing at all the lights. Reminded me of my daughter’s first word, “Yights!”
The Star
The baby’s finger points
to the light atop the tree–
a star with a purpose.
–Margaret Simon
“Yights!” What a lovely first word:>) And I’m so glad your father is all right. Your poem is lovely, and that last line resonates.
Sweet capture, Margaret, and that hint of the star’s meaning-lovely.
Babes, and fingers, and mouths! Sweet little ones. I love this, Margaret.
“Yights!” is adorable. And your poem fits it perfectly 🙂
Laura, your poem hit home as my father recently had a heart episode. He’s fine now, but it gave us a scare.
Anne, I believe in that soul light.
At our faculty Christmas party, a colleague brought her one year old son. He was pointing at all the lights. Reminded me of my daughter’s first word, “Yights!”
The Star
The baby’s finger points
to the light atop the tree–
a star with a purpose.
–Margaret Simon
“Yights!” What a lovely first word:>) And I’m so glad your father is all right. Your poem is lovely, and that last line resonates.
Sweet capture, Margaret, and that hint of the star’s meaning-lovely.
Babes, and fingers, and mouths! Sweet little ones. I love this, Margaret.
“Yights!” is adorable. And your poem fits it perfectly 🙂
Darkness closes in
Everything is bleak
Heart growing weak
then you, my star,
shine bright
Thinking kind of dark this morning 🙂 Love the picture!
Poetry is great for those dark-thought mornings! Love bleak/weak in an essentially non-rhyming poem. And it really emphasizes how the star changes things at the end, because it changes the pace I read the poem at. Nice!
I like the sense of hope, though. Stars are good to see.
This reminds me of those special people we meet or who are part of our daily lives. The ones whose simple word or smile is a gift. Lovely to find the happiness we all need in our stars!
You brought in the hope! We all need a star to give us hope!
Darkness closes in
Everything is bleak
Heart growing weak
then you, my star,
shine bright
Thinking kind of dark this morning 🙂 Love the picture!
Poetry is great for those dark-thought mornings! Love bleak/weak in an essentially non-rhyming poem. And it really emphasizes how the star changes things at the end, because it changes the pace I read the poem at. Nice!
I like the sense of hope, though. Stars are good to see.
This reminds me of those special people we meet or who are part of our daily lives. The ones whose simple word or smile is a gift. Lovely to find the happiness we all need in our stars!
You brought in the hope! We all need a star to give us hope!
Laura, perfection for the season — would love to see that topper on anyone’s tree. Symbolism is variety in motion. My thoughts:
Crossings
The 3‑D 4‑way stop
prompts cause for pause
as manners dictate
who goes first.
I like that ’cause for pause’. I was just in a jam a few days ago, many traffic lights were out around a popular mall-manners not always as they should be!
Thank you Linda. Same experience and a local topic of conversation. But the “midnight clear” star will always be a symbol of hope for all that is good.
Intersections in person, online or on roadways bring us together and our momentary touching on that path can make all the difference. I like to model kindness on the roadway(and in person) and try whenever I can when it is safe to do so. Lovely to connect it to the meaning of the Christmas Star.
Thank you Janet. Intersections came to mind immediately because of the X portrayed in the picture. Chose the word crossings instead.
I saw that 4‑way stop in the photo, too. Love your poem!
Aw, thanks, Martha. I do love its simplicity, though we’ve had plenty of glitzy, tinsely, sparkly tree stars, too. This one’s my favorite:>)
Love that you thought of crossings and intersections for this. Such a fresh point of view. I love to see a totally different approach than what anyone else did!
Laura, perfection for the season — would love to see that topper on anyone’s tree. Symbolism is variety in motion. My thoughts:
Crossings
The 3‑D 4‑way stop
prompts cause for pause
as manners dictate
who goes first.
I like that ’cause for pause’. I was just in a jam a few days ago, many traffic lights were out around a popular mall-manners not always as they should be!
Thank you Linda. Same experience and a local topic of conversation. But the “midnight clear” star will always be a symbol of hope for all that is good.
Intersections in person, online or on roadways bring us together and our momentary touching on that path can make all the difference. I like to model kindness on the roadway(and in person) and try whenever I can when it is safe to do so. Lovely to connect it to the meaning of the Christmas Star.
Thank you Janet. Intersections came to mind immediately because of the X portrayed in the picture. Chose the word crossings instead.
I saw that 4‑way stop in the photo, too. Love your poem!
Aw, thanks, Martha. I do love its simplicity, though we’ve had plenty of glitzy, tinsely, sparkly tree stars, too. This one’s my favorite:>)
Love that you thought of crossings and intersections for this. Such a fresh point of view. I love to see a totally different approach than what anyone else did!
The Porch Light
Still glows each night
for you.
It almost makes me forget
you’ll never
see it.
Andria W. Rosenbaum/ all rights reserved
Oh. So very poignant, Andria.
I found this very moving.
Beautiful, but sad, the waiting you’re describing.
I am wondering who this is about, Andria. It is beautiful and loving. Hope your holidays were bright and the latkes yummy.
Wow! Powerful! So much meaning and then questions. It could be lost love or lost life…many things.
Andria, this is gorgeous…and sad. Something about the line breaks works so well. The expressiveness of the longer lines, and then the sudden breaks and short lines, like being caught up short by grief, again and again. REally nice.
The Porch Light
Still glows each night
for you.
It almost makes me forget
you’ll never
see it.
Andria W. Rosenbaum/ all rights reserved
Oh. So very poignant, Andria.
I found this very moving.
Beautiful, but sad, the waiting you’re describing.
I am wondering who this is about, Andria. It is beautiful and loving. Hope your holidays were bright and the latkes yummy.
Wow! Powerful! So much meaning and then questions. It could be lost love or lost life…many things.
Andria, this is gorgeous…and sad. Something about the line breaks works so well. The expressiveness of the longer lines, and then the sudden breaks and short lines, like being caught up short by grief, again and again. REally nice.
Laura, loved your poem. Every line of it. So true.
AFTER…
Unfolding petals
aim for the sun.
Stretching and yearning,
new growth has begun.
Thank you for reminding us that after winter comes spring!
It’s that inner light you’ve captured well, but the wait from now is long!
Why is winter so much longer than spring? Lovely.
I saw this as a baby on the way. Love the birth of newness be it flowering plants or flowering lives. Your poem is touching.
Ahhh the hope of spring in a star!
Thanks, Cindyb. As the world becomes ever smaller, death seems more ever-present–and fully living life more necessary! This is gorgeous. I love your title, that has us wondering, after what? Then the dynamic poem and the playing with different whats: winter, death, pain. Lots of possibilities. Though I like the most literal interpretation best: after winter. But the other possibilities give it depth.
Laura, loved your poem. Every line of it. So true.
AFTER…
Unfolding petals
aim for the sun.
Stretching and yearning,
new growth has begun.
Thank you for reminding us that after winter comes spring!
It’s that inner light you’ve captured well, but the wait from now is long!
Why is winter so much longer than spring? Lovely.
I saw this as a baby on the way. Love the birth of newness be it flowering plants or flowering lives. Your poem is touching.
Ahhh the hope of spring in a star!
Thanks, Cindyb. As the world becomes ever smaller, death seems more ever-present–and fully living life more necessary! This is gorgeous. I love your title, that has us wondering, after what? Then the dynamic poem and the playing with different whats: winter, death, pain. Lots of possibilities. Though I like the most literal interpretation best: after winter. But the other possibilities give it depth.
Sweet Geometry
Twinkling starlight,
a nighttime expectation.
Perfect snowflakes,
a moment?s observation.
Simple pleasures
my daily education.
Janet, this is perfect. I love “my daily education”. Would be nice to put on a journal!
The simple things in life really are wonderful. And in truth, not as simple as they seem. Nice one, Janet.
Thank you, Andria and Linda.
This is wonderful! The title is perfect for your 15 words.
What a great title! And yes for the education we can always get from nature:>)
Sweet Geometry
Twinkling starlight,
a nighttime expectation.
Perfect snowflakes,
a moment?s observation.
Simple pleasures
my daily education.
Janet, this is perfect. I love “my daily education”. Would be nice to put on a journal!
The simple things in life really are wonderful. And in truth, not as simple as they seem. Nice one, Janet.
Thank you, Andria and Linda.
This is wonderful! The title is perfect for your 15 words.
What a great title! And yes for the education we can always get from nature:>)
*forgot the comma after pleasures!
Simple pleasures,
my daily education.
I like the rhymes and the content!
Rhyming is not my usual go to form! But I am branching out now and then! Thanks, Liz! Did you see the pics in the ad Heidi mentioned?
*forgot the comma after pleasures!
Simple pleasures,
my daily education.
I like the rhymes and the content!
Rhyming is not my usual go to form! But I am branching out now and then! Thanks, Liz! Did you see the pics in the ad Heidi mentioned?
A strong sense of melancholy here today–’tis the season…
Each afternoon as I have left work this week, this is what I’ve seen:
Parking Lot in December 2013
Fir trees
in dusk light
dark and solid.
Venus earnestly
shines as the
Christmas star.
Diane Mayr, all rights reserved
I could have used a few more words this week, but maybe I’ll expand this one later.
It’s true, there it is every evening, Diane! I don’t have the fir trees, but you’ve captured it exactly.
The fir trees really put me in a place.
Love firs! I think they should plant them in every parking lot so we could see them year round 🙂 But then it probably wouldn’t be as special!
Isn’t it a treat how the night sky gifts us with such light? And the fir trees wear their mantle of white so proudly. Love your poem. Would like to see your longer version!
Is it Venus that has been shining every night, breaking out from behind the clouds and even competing with the moon for glory? Love this little tribute!
I always think of melancholy as a focus on the darkness, and I love a good melancholy song or poem, myself:>) This is a beautiful scene you paint, and I like the choice of earnestly in line 4. Nice.
A strong sense of melancholy here today–’tis the season…
Each afternoon as I have left work this week, this is what I’ve seen:
Parking Lot in December 2013
Fir trees
in dusk light
dark and solid.
Venus earnestly
shines as the
Christmas star.
Diane Mayr, all rights reserved
I could have used a few more words this week, but maybe I’ll expand this one later.
It’s true, there it is every evening, Diane! I don’t have the fir trees, but you’ve captured it exactly.
The fir trees really put me in a place.
Love firs! I think they should plant them in every parking lot so we could see them year round 🙂 But then it probably wouldn’t be as special!
Isn’t it a treat how the night sky gifts us with such light? And the fir trees wear their mantle of white so proudly. Love your poem. Would like to see your longer version!
Is it Venus that has been shining every night, breaking out from behind the clouds and even competing with the moon for glory? Love this little tribute!
I always think of melancholy as a focus on the darkness, and I love a good melancholy song or poem, myself:>) This is a beautiful scene you paint, and I like the choice of earnestly in line 4. Nice.
Happy Holidays Everyone! Laura, I like the idea of the ‘heart light’ in your poem. Here’s mine, thinking of Christmas.
That star shining,
bright and near,
still sends its message
on “a midnight clear”.
Linda Baie ?All Rights Reserved
Linda, This is lovely. I like how you used “on a midnight clear.”
The “spirit” beautifully captured!
I read this in the morning and am just getting to my comment. I really love how you put in “a midnight clear”! A poem for a card for sure! I can see it! Happy holidays to you, Linda! May the star’s brightness gladden all your hearts as family from near and far gather!
Your poem reminds me of one of my Christmas poems in Illuminate titled, The Star Still Leads. I love your use of rhyme. Merry Christmas!
Thanks, Linda–and happy holidays! I love the word near here. Don’t know if you chose it just because it rhymed with clear, but the star being near lends a whole other depth to your poem…
Happy Holidays Everyone! Laura, I like the idea of the ‘heart light’ in your poem. Here’s mine, thinking of Christmas.
That star shining,
bright and near,
still sends its message
on “a midnight clear”.
Linda Baie ?All Rights Reserved
Linda, This is lovely. I like how you used “on a midnight clear.”
The “spirit” beautifully captured!
I read this in the morning and am just getting to my comment. I really love how you put in “a midnight clear”! A poem for a card for sure! I can see it! Happy holidays to you, Linda! May the star’s brightness gladden all your hearts as family from near and far gather!
Your poem reminds me of one of my Christmas poems in Illuminate titled, The Star Still Leads. I love your use of rhyme. Merry Christmas!
Thanks, Linda–and happy holidays! I love the word near here. Don’t know if you chose it just because it rhymed with clear, but the star being near lends a whole other depth to your poem…
I fold,
I flip,
I bend
my brain.
Slowly,
I hatch
a paper
crane.
Liz, I LOVE how you rhyme in only 14 words. Nice job.
This evolves so wonderfully, Liz. Just like your oragami bird 😉
Love that connection to origami, and the ‘hatching’ a crane-fun!
Love the way you show the process (both physical and mental) AND the word hatch–wonderful!
I love this! I wish I was good at origami. I had one 5th grader who was incredible at it and found a book at the library where he was able to make a rabbit coming out of a cube. I treasured it but it got lost along the way. He was a brilliant kid. No way I could have done it. I love your line breaks and the flow and rhyme. I will share with my kids. They still love your pumpkin poem.
Perfect, Liz! I see the concentration and then the satisfaction.
Clever use of the word hatch. My students have been making origami poppers for the teachers in our school. I’ve been folding for days!
Yes! Love hatch. Perfect. I just started a Pinterest Crafty Stuff board, not that I do crafts. But I used to, and I hope to find a little time again. Four of my five pins at the moment are paper crafts–not origami, but using book pages to make cool stuff: http://www.pinterest.com/salaslp/crafty-stuff/
I fold,
I flip,
I bend
my brain.
Slowly,
I hatch
a paper
crane.
Liz, I LOVE how you rhyme in only 14 words. Nice job.
This evolves so wonderfully, Liz. Just like your oragami bird 😉
Love that connection to origami, and the ‘hatching’ a crane-fun!
Love the way you show the process (both physical and mental) AND the word hatch–wonderful!
I love this! I wish I was good at origami. I had one 5th grader who was incredible at it and found a book at the library where he was able to make a rabbit coming out of a cube. I treasured it but it got lost along the way. He was a brilliant kid. No way I could have done it. I love your line breaks and the flow and rhyme. I will share with my kids. They still love your pumpkin poem.
Perfect, Liz! I see the concentration and then the satisfaction.
Clever use of the word hatch. My students have been making origami poppers for the teachers in our school. I’ve been folding for days!
Yes! Love hatch. Perfect. I just started a Pinterest Crafty Stuff board, not that I do crafts. But I used to, and I hope to find a little time again. Four of my five pins at the moment are paper crafts–not origami, but using book pages to make cool stuff: http://www.pinterest.com/salaslp/crafty-stuff/
As a child I lived in Winston Salem, NC, where I learned of Moravian stars (the 26-point kind). See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moravian_star. My sister went back and bought us a new one a few years ago.
Star
My neighbors have no tree,
no colored lights, just a star.
But it is enough.
?Kate Coombs
Kate, love the connection to the Moravians. I’m sure you’re familiar with their traditional cookies, but I just found out that they have branched out with about six new flavors, at least new to me. I grew up about 40 minutes from Winston-Salem.
“But it is enough.”—So true! I didn’t know what the history. Thanks!
I love the idea of enough. We rarely think in terms of enough, especially around the holidays, it seems. I also love the appreciation and acceptance in the tone of this poem. It’s enough for them. It’s enough for you. There’s no judgment, just an appreciation for what there is. Beautiful-t-thank you for this, Kate.
I like the simple pleasure of a star and being enough. Enough. I think we can go overboard on things and it is fun, but not when it becomes tiresome. Enough and simplicity are nice ideas if we want to balance.
Thanks, you guys! Martha, you’re making me want to look up these cookies online and see if they can be shipped. 🙂
If you have any speciality stores in your area akin to The Fresh Market, Earth Fare, Whole Foods, possibly Trader Joe’s, you may be able to purchase locally. If not, for sure online.
As a child I lived in Winston Salem, NC, where I learned of Moravian stars (the 26-point kind). See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moravian_star. My sister went back and bought us a new one a few years ago.
Star
My neighbors have no tree,
no colored lights, just a star.
But it is enough.
?Kate Coombs
Kate, love the connection to the Moravians. I’m sure you’re familiar with their traditional cookies, but I just found out that they have branched out with about six new flavors, at least new to me. I grew up about 40 minutes from Winston-Salem.
“But it is enough.”—So true! I didn’t know what the history. Thanks!
I love the idea of enough. We rarely think in terms of enough, especially around the holidays, it seems. I also love the appreciation and acceptance in the tone of this poem. It’s enough for them. It’s enough for you. There’s no judgment, just an appreciation for what there is. Beautiful-t-thank you for this, Kate.
I like the simple pleasure of a star and being enough. Enough. I think we can go overboard on things and it is fun, but not when it becomes tiresome. Enough and simplicity are nice ideas if we want to balance.
Thanks, you guys! Martha, you’re making me want to look up these cookies online and see if they can be shipped. 🙂
If you have any speciality stores in your area akin to The Fresh Market, Earth Fare, Whole Foods, possibly Trader Joe’s, you may be able to purchase locally. If not, for sure online.
Crystal diadem
a bright light shining
filling all the dark corners–
Mary’s baby cries.
We connected to the same story, Joy. I love that you used ‘crystal diadem’. It makes it very special, and then your reference to Mary’s baby encompasses all. Lovely!
This is beautiful and meaningful.
Light, love and life. Lovely poem, Joy!
Joy, this is just lovely. The diadem, the light, the dark corners–all these concrete things I can see. And then the sound of that last line and all the meaning it gives to the first three lines. Sigh.
Crystal diadem
a bright light shining
filling all the dark corners–
Mary’s baby cries.
We connected to the same story, Joy. I love that you used ‘crystal diadem’. It makes it very special, and then your reference to Mary’s baby encompasses all. Lovely!
This is beautiful and meaningful.
Light, love and life. Lovely poem, Joy!
Joy, this is just lovely. The diadem, the light, the dark corners–all these concrete things I can see. And then the sound of that last line and all the meaning it gives to the first three lines. Sigh.
I like your poem, Laura, and the way you can say so much with very few words.
In a hurry this morning, but here goes.
Life
Darkness, nothing,
but for a light
pulling, pulling
me toward …
a second life?
Light.…we need it and darkness, too, to see the stars. I like the faith in your poem! May we meet our loved ones in a second life.
I like the question mark and the uncertainty it conveys.
Thanks, Pat! In a hurry is the best way to do 15 Words or Less poems, in my opinion:>) I love the repetition of pulling and the ambiguity of whether the light is pulling you back toward a second chance at *this* life or forward to a second life in another realm…
I like your poem, Laura, and the way you can say so much with very few words.
In a hurry this morning, but here goes.
Life
Darkness, nothing,
but for a light
pulling, pulling
me toward …
a second life?
Light.…we need it and darkness, too, to see the stars. I like the faith in your poem! May we meet our loved ones in a second life.
I like the question mark and the uncertainty it conveys.
Thanks, Pat! In a hurry is the best way to do 15 Words or Less poems, in my opinion:>) I love the repetition of pulling and the ambiguity of whether the light is pulling you back toward a second chance at *this* life or forward to a second life in another realm…
Like a lighthouse, each star
gives hope
of finding our way home.
The power of home and light. Lovely poem, Diane in 12 words! (Much more succinct than the song!)
Love the way you connect light/hope/home. Very nice!
Oh I love this, Diane! Wonderful!
Yes. This simple sentiment made me a little teary…
Like a lighthouse, each star
gives hope
of finding our way home.
The power of home and light. Lovely poem, Diane in 12 words! (Much more succinct than the song!)
Love the way you connect light/hope/home. Very nice!
Oh I love this, Diane! Wonderful!
Yes. This simple sentiment made me a little teary…
Beacon high atop a tree,
reminder there for all to see -
and celebrate The Nativity.
A nice poem for season!
Hi ellie,
I love how you have used the word beacon and included the rhyme of see/Nativity. I can see this on a card!
Love your beacon on a tree and the double meaning I find in “to see.” Lovely.
Beacon high atop a tree,
reminder there for all to see -
and celebrate The Nativity.
A nice poem for season!
Hi ellie,
I love how you have used the word beacon and included the rhyme of see/Nativity. I can see this on a card!
Love your beacon on a tree and the double meaning I find in “to see.” Lovely.
Forcing Narcissus Bulbs
green spears sprout
blind to winter’s darkness
paperwhites bloom
I love how pretty they are and I like your line “blind to winter’s darkness” a lot!
We get very little sunlight in winter due to our location near the Great Lakes on the eastern edge.…so any kind of brightness is a plus!!
Very nice, Buffy! Aren’t we glad that Spring ignores Winter!
Oh, they’re both good, but this one is my favorite. That middle line is spectacular, Buffy!
Forcing Narcissus Bulbs
green spears sprout
blind to winter’s darkness
paperwhites bloom
I love how pretty they are and I like your line “blind to winter’s darkness” a lot!
We get very little sunlight in winter due to our location near the Great Lakes on the eastern edge.…so any kind of brightness is a plus!!
Very nice, Buffy! Aren’t we glad that Spring ignores Winter!
Oh, they’re both good, but this one is my favorite. That middle line is spectacular, Buffy!
And here’s another version –the scent of the paperwhites I forced this year was more than a little overpowering! (I did not intend for it to rhyme, but now I see it does.)
paperwhites bloom
their scent spills from room to room
purging winter’s gloom
I love the rhyme! And the scent is really strong but the bloom is so beautiful.
Hi Buffy,
I like both. They feel very different! I really like “blind to winter’s darkness.”
And here’s another version –the scent of the paperwhites I forced this year was more than a little overpowering! (I did not intend for it to rhyme, but now I see it does.)
paperwhites bloom
their scent spills from room to room
purging winter’s gloom
I love the rhyme! And the scent is really strong but the bloom is so beautiful.
Hi Buffy,
I like both. They feel very different! I really like “blind to winter’s darkness.”
Hi Everyone,
I haven’t participated in a while! It’s fun to be here today.
Laura, “container for life” is such a great line!
Reflections of Redemption: By Prisoner of the Prism
Confined to the cylinder?
ebony-ivory stripes
tumbled,
mirrored,
kaleidoscoped.
“I see the light.”
I really like “confined to the cylinder.” It makes me feel confined.
I love the words tumbled, mirrored, kaleidoscoped! Good to have you back this week, Penny. I gather you have been rather busy. Bravo! (Love FB!)
Hi Penny–Thanks! And great to see you here:>) Love your title most of all…and that first line. Wonderful!
Hi Everyone,
I haven’t participated in a while! It’s fun to be here today.
Laura, “container for life” is such a great line!
Reflections of Redemption: By Prisoner of the Prism
Confined to the cylinder?
ebony-ivory stripes
tumbled,
mirrored,
kaleidoscoped.
“I see the light.”
I really like “confined to the cylinder.” It makes me feel confined.
I love the words tumbled, mirrored, kaleidoscoped! Good to have you back this week, Penny. I gather you have been rather busy. Bravo! (Love FB!)
Hi Penny–Thanks! And great to see you here:>) Love your title most of all…and that first line. Wonderful!
Supernova
Starburst!
Matter shatters
and a million more
stars are born.
~~Barbara J. Turner
Bravo, Barbara! What a vivid image. Good job.
Ah, this is lovely. That explosive first line, the rhyme in the second, and the true miracle of the 3rd and 4th…
Supernova
Starburst!
Matter shatters
and a million more
stars are born.
~~Barbara J. Turner
Bravo, Barbara! What a vivid image. Good job.
Ah, this is lovely. That explosive first line, the rhyme in the second, and the true miracle of the 3rd and 4th…
I love thinking about starbirthing by matter shattering. Love that line! And love the stars that twinkle in the sky.
I love thinking about starbirthing by matter shattering. Love that line! And love the stars that twinkle in the sky.
Just read all the responses above and comments. Wow! Such a lot of good poems and interesting interpretations.
I wrote two, one seasonal and the other celestial:
MAGI MISSION
Look?a star
Ignites night
Go seek a king
Hunt by its light
?Tis beckoning
and
ASTROPHOTOGRAPHY
Heavenly gardener?s lens
pulls in terrestrial bloom
to a million miles or so
?starflower macro
- Violet Nesdoly
These are both lovely, Violet, but I’m especially taken with Magi Mission–that commanding voice and mysterious mission…beautiful!
Laura, did you notice it’s an acrostic?
Just read all the responses above and comments. Wow! Such a lot of good poems and interesting interpretations.
I wrote two, one seasonal and the other celestial:
MAGI MISSION
Look?a star
Ignites night
Go seek a king
Hunt by its light
?Tis beckoning
and
ASTROPHOTOGRAPHY
Heavenly gardener?s lens
pulls in terrestrial bloom
to a million miles or so
?starflower macro
- Violet Nesdoly
These are both lovely, Violet, but I’m especially taken with Magi Mission–that commanding voice and mysterious mission…beautiful!
Laura, did you notice it’s an acrostic?
For Laura,
Your heart poem and its fragile walls hit home. It is stunning that it came to you from the star photo, but not surprising. I love how you share your process and consideration of ideas . I think it is wonderful for teachers and kids, too, to see how a star can lead to a poem about the fragility of life connected to our hearts. Being able to think creatively, connect ideas and wonder are things some kids find difficult when they are so literal. I love this week’s poems and second what Violet said. I, too, love the interactions here and have grown so much in the time I have been participating. Thank you, Laura for having us over every Thursday!
For Laura,
Your heart poem and its fragile walls hit home. It is stunning that it came to you from the star photo, but not surprising. I love how you share your process and consideration of ideas . I think it is wonderful for teachers and kids, too, to see how a star can lead to a poem about the fragility of life connected to our hearts. Being able to think creatively, connect ideas and wonder are things some kids find difficult when they are so literal. I love this week’s poems and second what Violet said. I, too, love the interactions here and have grown so much in the time I have been participating. Thank you, Laura for having us over every Thursday!
12 DAYS AND NIGHTS
One sparkling signal
Brought three wise men to baby
Christ our lord ? Amen.
© Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.
Love that opening line. And…are the 12 Days of Christmas the Wise Men’s journey length? I always thought they were the days from Christmas to Jan. 6. But I love this title and am wondering if that’s the length their journey was said to be? Or if it’s just your wonderful imagination. Something about the specificity of it is terrific, esp when paired with such a mythic, epic, magic-shrouded journey.
12 DAYS AND NIGHTS
One sparkling signal
Brought three wise men to baby
Christ our lord ? Amen.
© Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.
Love that opening line. And…are the 12 Days of Christmas the Wise Men’s journey length? I always thought they were the days from Christmas to Jan. 6. But I love this title and am wondering if that’s the length their journey was said to be? Or if it’s just your wonderful imagination. Something about the specificity of it is terrific, esp when paired with such a mythic, epic, magic-shrouded journey.