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! All this next month I’ll be using pics taken on the way home from South Bend, IN to Minneapolis, MN.
This image makes me think of:
- a dinosaur nest with eggs in it
- close-up of a bottle of pills
- the ball pit at McDonald’s
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)
40 Responses
Love this photo. It reminds me of the eggs I created for my blog from medicine cups used at the hospital and taped together with bandage tape.
You are so creative–no surprise what your blog is about!
I wouldn’t tiptoe
barefoot through
bogs of nesting
crocodiles
ouch those
were my toes
poem By Jessica Bigi
Hahahah! So funny, Jessica–this one has a different, more playful tone than what you usually share. I always admire your gorgeous imagery, but it’s fun to see this lighthearted approach, too!
A very clever verse Jessica. I love “bogs of nesting crocks.”
The past tense in the last line is too funny. Love that you came up with this.
Pastel painted
nestled warmly beneath
an Easter hen with her Easter eggs
“nestled warmly” — love that, Amelia. So cozy!
Nice Amelia. I can see your verse as a table centerpiece for the holiday.
Captured memories,
wait for release-
bringing us pleasure
until we cease.
Meant to tell you, Laura, that I enjoyed your poem. Made me think how vulnerable we are at times.
How very interesting. I love the way you portray memories here.
Thanks! While writing it, I was remembering holding Maddie as a baby, and how she was fragile as a baby bird, with her spine feeling like a row of building blocks under my hands…vulnerability oflife, indeed.
Memories of collectibles Cindy. Poignant image.
I love these little bubbes of memory, Cindyb!
For some reason your interesting poem reminds me of the thinning eggshells of the DDT disaster. Every time I see a brown pelican, I am grateful they survived. And thank you for your kind words about my poem at YDP Tuesday. Here’s my effort today:
bubble mix
dipping wand
puff of air
round rainbows
pop, pop, pop
Vivid imagery Lauren. You captured the beauty in bubbles!
round rainbows
pop, pop, pop
I love these lines
I was just reading something about gratitude, and I love your statement about being grateful the brown pelicans survived. What a lovely, lighthearted poem–I especially like the “round rainbows.”
So fun to see your poem Tuesday! Congrats!
My first thought was jellybeans! I like the way you use filters, Laura. Can’t wait for tomorrow, National Poetry Month and the beginning of your project/posts here.
Molecules wander,
tiny spaceships
bearing pieces
of everything.
—Kate Coombs
Kate, tiny spaceships bearing pieces is comforting.
Oooh, I love this science twist on it, Kate! Molecules and spaceships–love thatyou came up with this.
PS Thanks! I miss the Waterlogue app (I changed from iPhone to Android, and there’s no Android version of it). But I do find using filters gets a little more to the shapes and makes the pics a little more abstract, so we can interpret them more ways…if you know what I mean. :>)
Good morning Laura. Your pic speaks to the view of my deck and porch floors this morning after March winds passed through.
Spring’s Remake
Glass enclosed
vingnette
atop pastel stage
mimics winter’s snow via
peach, pear petals.
What a beautiful, soft image. And I agree with you below; Thursdays are far more fun with Laura’s 15 wol.
Great title, Martha. I love the image this puts in my head, and the color introduced by pastel and peach and pear…Nice! Happy spring!
My first thought when seeing this picture was smeared paint on an artist’s palette.
After looking harder, yeah, I could see eggs and I like your delicate eggshell poem.
But I kept seeing paint.
Artist’s Mistake
Canvas bare, white,
needed colors bright.
Too much blue
and wrong hue.
This won’t do!
Pat, I never cease to be amazed at the many interpretations of a single photo. Make that canvas into whatever you wish it to be. I love Thursdays.
Fun, Pat! I have a poem somewhere about a kid mixing colors until they’re just a muddle of muddy brown. Love your title–draws me right in.
Trapped by Rebecca J. Gomez
Trapped
in a hardened bubble.
What trouble would it be
to set me
free?
Ooh, Rebecca, this sets a story spinning in my head!
flock unshelled–
the yard fills with downy warmth
and peeping chicks
The textures here are wonderful, Buffy! The shells, the downy softness, and then peeping feels sharp and shrill, even though it’s not actually a texture word. Cool!
The image reminded me of the center popper thing on a game of Trouble. Rebecca reminded me with her trapped poem.
Trouble-Pop!
Come on out-
1,2,3,4-
round about.
Pop‑I win!
I love popping that Trouble thingy–almost as much fun as bubble wrap! And the way each syllable pops as I say it–happy Poetry Month!
Laura, Your title had me rocking, even before I saw the picture and I had to go where the poem wanted to go.
Egg Shell
Everyone’s safe color
for doors and walls
used to shut out
our true colors.
I sometimes tend toward the boring and neutral, because I can’t decide and don’t want to commit to something bolder. Busted! Love your poem–and it’s true. I’m feeling more appreciaive of the teal bedroom, berry bathroom, and orangish den upstairs in our house :>) Thanks for the reminder that hiding our colors is never a good idea!
Swirling colours of imagination
Bounding into depths
Of creativity and wonderment
To explore new worlds
Anne McKenna
At Birch Aquarium
Backlit
baby
sharks
swim
inside
unbroken
shells.
Ooh, fabulous image! “Backlit” makes me totally see this image so clearly.