Hello, and welcome! This is 15 Words or Less Poems, a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here), and I’m very glad you’re here.
At the Reykjavik, Iceland airport, this eye-catching statue dominates. I thought it was a berry, as I saw lots of berries on pillows and art while we were there. But looking more closely, maybe it’s something hatching? I couldn’t quickly find info, so I’m leaving it vague! This image makes me think of several things:
- ice cream sundae
- the claw of a creature climbing out from underground
- a dinosaur being born
And here’s my first draft. 
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count.)
28 Responses
Too tired for humor today.…and it’s rainy.…I’m thinking of my poor drowning plants.I’m cheating with haiku.
Laura, love the word Dinosaur! Made me smile.
This first seed of spring
unshackled from snow and ice
summer’s secret code
I think it’s funny that you think haiku is cheating. I love the last line “summer’s secret code.” Wishing you some clear skies.
I thought that same thing!
“unshackled” = fabulous!
Laura, your poem makes me think of crowds around the chick incubator at the state fair. Fun!
WINTER WALK TO SCHOOL
Crackling cold,
still I’m told
school matters!
Body shatters.
Cowlick freezes
Hope this pleases
Mom.
ohmygosh! Yes, a frozen cowlick.…that’s so funny. My boys would totally get your whole poem.
Hehe–love that pouty/defiant tone at the end. Hope you’re happy now, Mom! First line is awesome!
I zoomed in on the image and could see a soldier inside the seed. Creepy.
Inside the cocoon,
a soldier waits,
watches, worries–
the weight is heavy.
ooooooooooooooooh, nice. I like the double meaning.….butterflies and moths as soldiers.
Oh, this is lovely, Margaret. I have a friend whose veteran son killed himself recently–the weight is heavy, indeed.
Oh my, I really have no idea where these things come from. So sad.
Good morning. Love the filtered “abstracts.”
Coming Soon
A younger sibling for
Mr. Potato Head
Hasbro presents
a mosaic
Mr. Pumpkin Head!
Thanks, Martha. Hehe–sounds like that would be a big brother, for sure!
Ha! Oh, my gosh.…what a laugh you got out of me
Thanks Linda, and I hope the smiles continue throughout your day!
To me, today’s picture looked like an acorn on rocks at water’s edge, which made me think of seeds washed up by waves.
Drift Distribution
Floating seeds
wash onto shore
spreading flowers,
fruits, trees and more.
Lovely, Lauren! Seed dispersal is fascinating. Love the compactness of this–and the title.
this is a fun pic I ended up with 3 poems
poems by Jessica Bigi
now so clear
not the egg or
chicken
the pumpkin
came first
If only Lines
would of known
Grate pumpkins
only visit in December
not in October
Oh pumpkin tree
Oh pumpkin tree
Spiced pies will
Become of thee
I love that some of y’all saw pumpkins–I totally don’t see that, but it makes me smile to think of how we view the same thing! Love that second poem–poor Linus. No wonder he never gets to see the Great Pumpkin! Ha!
Looked like he was going back into his shell…an airport is pretty noisy!
Too Much To Handle
He slipped
back in
To escape
the din
Patched the hole
to where he’d been.
by Donna JT Smith
Cool! I like this.…what was missing is now back. Neat idea.
Oh, fabulous! I love that you went the opposite direction with the picture!
Fossil Find
Giant eggs
that never hatched,
buried under rocks.
Mystery for modern sleuths,
puzzling the past.
Love the rhythm and alliteration today, Buffy! Those last two lines feel so…satisfying, somehow.
SHAKEN NOT STIRRED
I’m only
an olive
lost
in a world
of pickles.
Awww, that poor olive. Such an isolated feeling in this!
Friend or Foe
Magnetic mystery–
Radiating energy everywhere
from a pile
of reflective
rocks!
Ooh, I’m intrigued. I suddenly feel in the mood to watch Star Trek!