Welcome to 15 Words or Less Poems Day! Are you ready to wake up your poetry brains with our weekly exercise (guidelines here)?
Most of my pics seem to come from airports or planes lately! This one is in O’Hare.
This image makes me think of:
- Charlotte’s web and her egg sac
- Garden parties and fairy lights
- How darkness hides so many sins
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)
31 Responses
String up the stars
with twine of wind
and a roof of sky
Love twine of wind!
Amelia, a fitting description of our universe, that roof of sky.
Wow. Lovely, Amelia. “Twine of wind.” Swoon
WHEN THE LIGHT COMES ON
Ideas flit
inside my head
’til they connect
when I’m in bed.
Oh yes Cindy. Then the ideas disconnect when it’s time to arise. Funny but not.
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Another good photo Laura. Art in airports seems to be the rule rather than the exception.
Harmony
The sun,
centered,
tethered to its
celestial bodies
promises
continuity amid chaos.
Oh, I adore the tether, Martha. Reminds me of Newton’s pondering about a rock on a string swing around being like the planets being held by gravity around the sun. Lovely!
Can’t wait for National Poetry Month, coming right up! The kidlit poetry bloggers always do such fun stuff—and sponsor extra poetry writing workshops.
Fireflies investigate
the night,
drawing lines
in darkness,
leaving their names
behind.
—Kate Coombs
Kate, I like the image of investigating fireflies. I’ll watch them from a different perspective.
Everything leaves its mark on the world–whether something is beautifying or terrorizing. Love this image, Kate–it makes me think of writing our names in the dark with sparklers on New Year’s Eve:>)
Kite
accordions of stars
unfolding wings
into march skies
we fly on invisible
strings of imagination
Poem By Jessica Bigi
Jessica, I love the “invisible strings of imagination.”
Kite
Accordions of stars
Unfolding wings
Into March skies
We fly on invisible
Strings of imagination
Poem by Jessica Bigi
Ooh, I love accordions of stars, especially. What lovely images here!
I love all the takes on this picture — how everyone saw beauty.
Unfortunately, I saw an ugly room. Bare rafters, torn insulation and tangled wires.
Thus, I came up with this:
Interrogation Room
In atmosphere of gloom,
the suspect waits
for impending doom,
contemplating guilt
as questions loom.
It just works that way Pat. That’s the beauty of the human mind. I can see it through your eyes!
Love all the OO sounds. Hey, variety is the spice of poetry! It’s not unfortunate at all:>) I also like all the long words, drawing out the anxiety. Nicely done, Pat.
Practice, Practice, Until…
feet meet ball
hands strum tunes
eyes read tales
brain links pathways
heart finds truth
Ooh, I love this learning/heart/brain connection poem, Buffy. Lovely!
There are some beautiful poems here today, but for some reason, this is what came to my mind.
Sticking close
to the rafters,
Mama light
takes her babies
for a walk.
Love that, Ellie–I totally saw Charlotte and her babies–one brief moment together, even though I know it didn’t happen that way:>(
String of lights
or chapters in life
Entwined as one
No beginning, no end
Eternal
Anne McKenna
Funny how we think of time as linear, but it really is all entwined. Very nice, Anne!
Are we not all fascinated with the lights at night?
I know I am.
Faraway Lights
Drawn to stars
Where we might never go,
But we can bring them closer.
Oh, what a lovely sentiment, Donna!
Today I went o a conference about how to help get people out of poverty.My poem is related to it and my faith. It is both sad and hopeful.
33AD Seder servant,
betrayed, stripped.
Sacrificed.
2016 Conference serves
neglected, poor
Determines aid
Worthwhile,
hopeful.
Jane, that is just lovely. The first segment is so visceral. I got a physical reaction–goosebumps down my legs! That hardly ever happens. Here’s to working for a better world:>)
I have two for you! Do you have a favorite?
LOOK UP (NIGHTTIME VIEWING)
strings of stars pulsate
against mulberry skies
tattooing themselves
into my heart.
© Charles Waters 2016 all rights reserved.
NIGHTTIME VIEWING
bushels of stars
scatter our cosmos
with pulsating winks.
© Charles Waters 2016 all rights reserved.
Ooh, tough choice. I like the homespuniness of mulberry skies and also bushels of stars. But I love tattooing themselves. I have a thing for poems using tattoo in the nontraditional meaning. On balance, I have to go with Look Up!