Hello, and welcome! Poetry Month is almost over, but we celebrate poetry year-round here:>) I’m happy you’re here for 15 Words or Less Poems, a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here)!
Here’s my final pic taken in March on the way home from South Bend, IN to Minneapolis, MN. Next week, I’ll do something totally non-airport-related, I promise!
This image makes me think of:
- the little wings flight attendants used to stick on kids’ shirts when they flew
- a pig on the loose at an airport (at a glance, the pic looks like a pig to me!)
- Ms. Frizzle’s Magic Schoolbus–did it ever fly
This week, this indoor airport playground made me think about swinging, and how much it feels like flying. 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)
21 Responses
whirring
swirling
lopping
upside
down
mom
my
wee bales
wellbeing
down
tubes
flying
into
space
Poem By Jessica Bigi
I love the looping upside down. I feel like I’m back at the McDonald’s Playspace with my kids :>)
whirring
swirling
lopping
upside
down
mom
my
Wheedles
wellbeing
down
tubes
flying
into
space
Poem By Jessica Bigi
Wheedles
Quite an air show Jessica!
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The word “excursion” just makes this poem, Cindyb. I love the word, anyway, plus here it plants “exoskeleton” in my head, since it’s a bug!
A new species Cindy. Not just any bug, but a brown one with golden wings, tail and unique identifying spots on its side. A standout on any excursion.
Laura, love the image your verse displays. Jumping from the swing, propelling yourself forward and hoping for a soft landing. My sister and I used to do that from our front porch swing and mother would declare we were going to fall right through the porch floor.
Fantasy Dream or Nightmare?
All have deplaned
no one about
just me,
chocolate and caramel
eating my way out.
Sounds delicious. And now I am craving an ice cream sundae.
Thank you Lauren, and I like the rhythm and rhyme of your verse. Memories for sure. I now prefer dark chocolate but the picture makes she milk chocolate look as good as it tasted in earlier years.
That would make being last off the plane more bearable!
Your poem brings back memories, Laura. I blame the writing on the wall for my crazy little poem today.
High in the sky -
kids on the fly
tethered with strings,
testing their wings.
Oh, this is lovely! Such effortless-seeming rhyme that just works perfectly!
Plastic plane loops and swirls
guided between fingers
over skyscrapers
through clouds
higher and
higher…
Vrooom!
That second line does such a great job of neatly laying the whole scene out!
Kids fly high.
Jump to the sky.
I won’t come down.
Not now!
written by Megan A.
in Mrs. Harvey’s class
Welcome, Megan! I love the assertiveness of that last line. I can hear my kids saying, “No way!” Thanks for playing 15 Words or Less :>)
Fly
By Matthew
Fly High Airplane
Engines
Roaring,
Let’s go,
for a trip
Yes! Sounds are underused in poems, Matthew. I love that you made me hear those engines roaring:>)
Forever High
By Olha
Forever high.
Forever high.
Always in the sky.
Forever high.
I will always fly high!
Thank you, Olha–I love the repetition and the way your poem is bursting with that long i sound!