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Photo: Randy Salas
Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines are here)!
Happy Halloween! Part of my birthday present from Randy was going to see the ballet Giselle. I’ve never seen anything but The Nutcracker (yawn). This was so cool! And, this photo is appropriate for today, since Giselle (center) is dead, and the Willis (everyone else) are the spirits of girls who were jilted on or died on their wedding days. Three things this photo makes me think of:
1) New kid on her first day of school
2) Dandelions
3) Those brushy things you dust with
And here’s my first draft!
Dance of the Dandelions
My yard is a stage
Puffs of white skirts pause,
waiting to pirouette with wind
–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:>)?
290 Responses
Love your dancing dandelions with puffs of white skirts pirouetting. When I opened your email, the word ghostwriting appeared in the ads to the right, so it spurred this Halloween poem.
Ghostwriting
with invisible ink
droppings
on an invisible page
proof we’re not really here.
Feeling strange about this one—> Margaret Simon
Ooooo, I love the creepy feeling of this, especially that last line!
Are you kidding, Margaret? I LOVE this!!!
Funny about your ‘feeling strange’, Margaret. Halloween makes everyone feel strange, right? I like that idea of ‘droppings/on an invisible page’.
Oh, I really like this one!
Wow, that last line is stellar!
Strange indeed…and a perfect Halloween mood! Love the invisible ink/page//proof we’re not really here.
Ooooooooo.…..I hear ghostly voices in their gauzy white cloaks.….are they here or not? I wonder.….Thanks, Margaret.
Thanks, Margaret–Ooooh, this one feels very spooky and existential! Love invisible ink on an invisible page being proof we’re not here. It’s like a time travel novel–all mysterious and kind of hard to wrap my head around, but I like being there anyway!
Love your dancing dandelions with puffs of white skirts pirouetting. When I opened your email, the word ghostwriting appeared in the ads to the right, so it spurred this Halloween poem.
Ghostwriting
with invisible ink
droppings
on an invisible page
proof we’re not really here.
Feeling strange about this one—> Margaret Simon
Ooooo, I love the creepy feeling of this, especially that last line!
Are you kidding, Margaret? I LOVE this!!!
Funny about your ‘feeling strange’, Margaret. Halloween makes everyone feel strange, right? I like that idea of ‘droppings/on an invisible page’.
Oh, I really like this one!
Wow, that last line is stellar!
Strange indeed…and a perfect Halloween mood! Love the invisible ink/page//proof we’re not really here.
Ooooooooo.…..I hear ghostly voices in their gauzy white cloaks.….are they here or not? I wonder.….Thanks, Margaret.
Thanks, Margaret–Ooooh, this one feels very spooky and existential! Love invisible ink on an invisible page being proof we’re not here. It’s like a time travel novel–all mysterious and kind of hard to wrap my head around, but I like being there anyway!
Love the grace of yours, Laura, second and third lines especially. Here’s mine:
evading my broom
dust bunnies whirl, twirl, swirl
spontaneous ballet
Love the grace of yours, Laura, second and third lines especially. Here’s mine:
evading my broom
dust bunnies whirl, twirl, swirl
spontaneous ballet
Love the grace of yours, Laura, second and third lines especially. Here’s mine:
evading my broom
dust bunnies whirl, twirl, swirl
spontaneous ballet
Hope this doesn’t post twice. My first one disappeared.
Never thought of dust bunnies as graceful… until now. Wonderful, Ellie!
‘Dust bunnies’ is a wonderful image, & they do whirl, twirl, swirl!
Love the personification! I’m going to think of this whenever I sweep now. 🙂
Evading my broom, perfect for halloween and my house lol.
Love the dust bunnies as ballet!
Ah, such lovely dust bunnies, these. The one time I was asked to help the Rotary’s Halloween Costume Contest judging a family came as the dust bunnies. They were hilarious in their somewhat less than pristine bunny suits and ears. Smudges of dirt there, a long thread here.…you brought me back to a fun Halloween memory, ellie!
Thanks, ellie–this is wonderful. My dust bunnies are mostly dog hair and do not dance nearly as gracefully as your poem!
Love the grace of yours, Laura, second and third lines especially. Here’s mine:
evading my broom
dust bunnies whirl, twirl, swirl
spontaneous ballet
Hope this doesn’t post twice. My first one disappeared.
Never thought of dust bunnies as graceful… until now. Wonderful, Ellie!
‘Dust bunnies’ is a wonderful image, & they do whirl, twirl, swirl!
Love the personification! I’m going to think of this whenever I sweep now. 🙂
Evading my broom, perfect for halloween and my house lol.
Love the dust bunnies as ballet!
Ah, such lovely dust bunnies, these. The one time I was asked to help the Rotary’s Halloween Costume Contest judging a family came as the dust bunnies. They were hilarious in their somewhat less than pristine bunny suits and ears. Smudges of dirt there, a long thread here.…you brought me back to a fun Halloween memory, ellie!
Thanks, ellie–this is wonderful. My dust bunnies are mostly dog hair and do not dance nearly as gracefully as your poem!
Love the image of the dandelion skirts waiting to dance with the wind, Laura. Those lovely skirts are something special.
STAGE FRIGHT
Bright lights land
on petite feet.
Frozen in fear
only her skirt?s, frothy feathers
dance.
Andria W. Rosenbaum, all rights reserved
Wow, Andria– such a vivid portrait you’ve painted here! I just want to hug this child.
You’ve made me see it well, Andria. I like the ‘frozen in fear’ and ‘frothy feathers’.
I can “feel” this one. I especially like the last 3 lines!
Good one!
Great contrast between frozen feet and skirt’s feathers dancing! I can feel the fear in this one.
Those tiny ones in their adorable costumes are usually the hit of the dance recital, aren’t they. Frozen in fear. That line catches those cherubic faces under the lights, on the stage. I love frothy feathers! Hi Andria.
Hi Janet ;-). Isn’t this the best place to be on Thursdays?
Thanks, Andria. Awww. Stage fright stinks. Love the intimidating bright lights!
Love the image of the dandelion skirts waiting to dance with the wind, Laura. Those lovely skirts are something special.
STAGE FRIGHT
Bright lights land
on petite feet.
Frozen in fear
only her skirt?s, frothy feathers
dance.
Andria W. Rosenbaum, all rights reserved
Wow, Andria– such a vivid portrait you’ve painted here! I just want to hug this child.
You’ve made me see it well, Andria. I like the ‘frozen in fear’ and ‘frothy feathers’.
I can “feel” this one. I especially like the last 3 lines!
Good one!
Great contrast between frozen feet and skirt’s feathers dancing! I can feel the fear in this one.
Those tiny ones in their adorable costumes are usually the hit of the dance recital, aren’t they. Frozen in fear. That line catches those cherubic faces under the lights, on the stage. I love frothy feathers! Hi Andria.
Hi Janet ;-). Isn’t this the best place to be on Thursdays?
Thanks, Andria. Awww. Stage fright stinks. Love the intimidating bright lights!
There were fireworks in my neighborhood last night!
Boston, the Morning After
The ballet mistress’s
eyes are baggy,
her fingernails ragged,
but she loves
those Red Sox!
Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
Yay! 🙂
It was a happy night! Even the dancers are tired-love it!
Celebrations like that are almost always worth the tiredness the next day. 🙂
Watching the game was clearly worth her baggy eyes and ragged nails! (Yay Red Sox–it’s been 35 years since I last lived in Massachusetts but I’m still a fan.)
Hooray for Boston! Love it!
Boston Strong! We were all Red Sox fans last night, Diane! Happy, happy! Love those baggy eyes and ragged nails. A sign of the REAL fans!!!
Love this mix of ballet and baseball. I’m out of the loop with my husband’s surgery and chaotic work, and I didn’t even know they had won the World Series. OK, I couldn’t actually have named the two teams in the World Series. Getting my sports news through poetry–love it!
Celebration is in the air!
There were fireworks in my neighborhood last night!
Boston, the Morning After
The ballet mistress’s
eyes are baggy,
her fingernails ragged,
but she loves
those Red Sox!
Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
Yay! 🙂
It was a happy night! Even the dancers are tired-love it!
Celebrations like that are almost always worth the tiredness the next day. 🙂
Watching the game was clearly worth her baggy eyes and ragged nails! (Yay Red Sox–it’s been 35 years since I last lived in Massachusetts but I’m still a fan.)
Hooray for Boston! Love it!
Boston Strong! We were all Red Sox fans last night, Diane! Happy, happy! Love those baggy eyes and ragged nails. A sign of the REAL fans!!!
Love this mix of ballet and baseball. I’m out of the loop with my husband’s surgery and chaotic work, and I didn’t even know they had won the World Series. OK, I couldn’t actually have named the two teams in the World Series. Getting my sports news through poetry–love it!
Celebration is in the air!
The Halloweenish backdrop is my prompt.
The Costume
Trick or treat
the tiny bride
wends her way
unaware of angels
by her side.
.
Angels by her side– such lovely creepiness, or creepy loveliness… whatever. This is awesome.
Oooh, spooky! I love “wends her way” and the rhyme.
Great depiction of protection without knowing it.
That dark purple backdrop spoke to me too–love the innocence of your young bride.
The backdrop does look like a spooky night and I like your rhyme, too.
Oh, the angels. I feel them on my shoulder once in a while. Lovely to think they are there for us. I hope your bride finds the right kind of charming.
This is wonderful, Martha. I love it when poems can be literal and not, and this makes me think of all the years we escorted our daughters around on Halloween:>)
The Halloweenish backdrop is my prompt.
The Costume
Trick or treat
the tiny bride
wends her way
unaware of angels
by her side.
.
Angels by her side– such lovely creepiness, or creepy loveliness… whatever. This is awesome.
Oooh, spooky! I love “wends her way” and the rhyme.
Great depiction of protection without knowing it.
That dark purple backdrop spoke to me too–love the innocence of your young bride.
The backdrop does look like a spooky night and I like your rhyme, too.
Oh, the angels. I feel them on my shoulder once in a while. Lovely to think they are there for us. I hope your bride finds the right kind of charming.
This is wonderful, Martha. I love it when poems can be literal and not, and this makes me think of all the years we escorted our daughters around on Halloween:>)
I love how so many people are giving their poems a Halloween theme this nice gray morning. Also the Red Sox–maybe the red could be blood? Here’s mine:
white lace
of bones
the dancers
twirl closer
closer
softly clicking
?Kate Coombs
Love this, Kate! But, no blood in baseball, please!
Perhaps you also reflect on those very thin dancers, nearly skeletons? Love that ‘softly clicking’.
Such a haunting poem — “softly clicking” is divine.
Haunting image!
Very clever, Kate! I love this.
ooo…creepy feeling with lace of bones and the dancers softly clicking!
I like your phrase “white lace of bones.”
Ah the clicking, the twirling, the bones. These dancers.….are they unified and click? Or are the bones touching and prodding? Makes me wonder, Kate.
Oooh, that is creepy! Maybe it’s just because my neck and shoulder bones are clicking a lot lately. One thing I loved about seeing this ballet was being able to hear the footfalls on the wooden stage and hear the dancers breathing from exertion. I love how delicate your images and sounds are here…
white lace of bones, soft to hard, comforting to fear, the theme of the day.
I love how so many people are giving their poems a Halloween theme this nice gray morning. Also the Red Sox–maybe the red could be blood? Here’s mine:
white lace
of bones
the dancers
twirl closer
closer
softly clicking
?Kate Coombs
Love this, Kate! But, no blood in baseball, please!
Perhaps you also reflect on those very thin dancers, nearly skeletons? Love that ‘softly clicking’.
Such a haunting poem — “softly clicking” is divine.
Haunting image!
Very clever, Kate! I love this.
ooo…creepy feeling with lace of bones and the dancers softly clicking!
I like your phrase “white lace of bones.”
Ah the clicking, the twirling, the bones. These dancers.….are they unified and click? Or are the bones touching and prodding? Makes me wonder, Kate.
Oooh, that is creepy! Maybe it’s just because my neck and shoulder bones are clicking a lot lately. One thing I loved about seeing this ballet was being able to hear the footfalls on the wooden stage and hear the dancers breathing from exertion. I love how delicate your images and sounds are here…
white lace of bones, soft to hard, comforting to fear, the theme of the day.
Laura, loved your poem. I can picture the pirouetting puffs perfectly. 🙂
THE LIAR
Accusations. Fingers pointing.
However did they know?
I’m recognized by everyone,
everywhere I go.
Pinocchio
So funny to think “he” doesn’t realize. Poor Pinocchio!
I do feel for the poor kid. He’s got a lot to learn… then again, don’t we all!
Clever poem and rhymes! Love it!
Very clever! Love the idea of Pinocchio unaware, writing this note.
I love the way you thought of something very different in the picture.
Pointing at Pinocchio. Funny!
Oh Pinocchio.…..wearing his scarlet L.…..and everyone knows.…the nose knows!!! Fun!
Hehehehe–I LOVE this mask poem, Cindyb. How fun to read this to primary graders (and preK and K) during fairy tale time and have them guess who “wrote” it!
Laura, loved your poem. I can picture the pirouetting puffs perfectly. 🙂
THE LIAR
Accusations. Fingers pointing.
However did they know?
I’m recognized by everyone,
everywhere I go.
Pinocchio
So funny to think “he” doesn’t realize. Poor Pinocchio!
I do feel for the poor kid. He’s got a lot to learn… then again, don’t we all!
Clever poem and rhymes! Love it!
Very clever! Love the idea of Pinocchio unaware, writing this note.
I love the way you thought of something very different in the picture.
Pointing at Pinocchio. Funny!
Oh Pinocchio.…..wearing his scarlet L.…..and everyone knows.…the nose knows!!! Fun!
Hehehehe–I LOVE this mask poem, Cindyb. How fun to read this to primary graders (and preK and K) during fairy tale time and have them guess who “wrote” it!
Puffs of white skirt pirouetting in the wind… gorgeous image! Thanks for letting me whirl and swirl along with you. 🙂
I am actually quite happy with a break from Halloween, so thank you for not posting a jack-o-lantern! Here’s my 15WOL:
AT THE BALLET
Fourth wall fence posts
on pointed toe, beyond which
dreams have their say.
© Michelle Heidenrich Barnes, all rights reserved.
I love the idea of looking ‘beyond’, Michelle, and the dancers as fence posts-you’re right-they do!
I really like “beyond which/dreams have their say.”
Wow, Michelle this is wonderfully deep.
Great image of fence posts on pointed toes!
I like your different “take” on the picture. Fence posts. ! True.
The theater and the ballet.…a place of dreams! My favorites!
Hehe–I didn’t even remember today was Halloween until after I posted this yesterday. I’m caught up in taking care of Randy, post-shoulder-surgery, and am out of the holiday loop! Oooh, this is an intriguing one, Michelle. I love the mix of completely concrete (fence posts and toes) imagery with the abstract dreams. Lovely.
Puffs of white skirt pirouetting in the wind… gorgeous image! Thanks for letting me whirl and swirl along with you. 🙂
I am actually quite happy with a break from Halloween, so thank you for not posting a jack-o-lantern! Here’s my 15WOL:
AT THE BALLET
Fourth wall fence posts
on pointed toe, beyond which
dreams have their say.
© Michelle Heidenrich Barnes, all rights reserved.
I love the idea of looking ‘beyond’, Michelle, and the dancers as fence posts-you’re right-they do!
I really like “beyond which/dreams have their say.”
Wow, Michelle this is wonderfully deep.
Great image of fence posts on pointed toes!
I like your different “take” on the picture. Fence posts. ! True.
The theater and the ballet.…a place of dreams! My favorites!
Hehe–I didn’t even remember today was Halloween until after I posted this yesterday. I’m caught up in taking care of Randy, post-shoulder-surgery, and am out of the holiday loop! Oooh, this is an intriguing one, Michelle. I love the mix of completely concrete (fence posts and toes) imagery with the abstract dreams. Lovely.
I love those dandelions with ‘puffs of white skirts’ too, Laura. Sometimes there is a field full-just as delightful as the yellow! Here’s mine‑I love this ballet, so responded to it directly.
sorrow for the loving Giselle
dancing, dancing till she parts,
leaving all with broken hearts
Linda Baie ?All Rights Reserved
So beautiful, Linda.
This (along with the picture) makes me want to go see Giselle!
Yes, beautiful!
Great melancholy feeling, especially the last line.
Nice description with a sad feeling.
Beautiful, Linda. I didn’t know the story of Giselle until we read up on it before the ballet. This really captures the sorrow of it. I really like the repetition of dancing.
This is lovely, Linda. A beautiful summary poem.….the gist with feeling!
Yes, leaving all with broken hearts. The rhythm and rhyme are working for your little poem today.
I love those dandelions with ‘puffs of white skirts’ too, Laura. Sometimes there is a field full-just as delightful as the yellow! Here’s mine‑I love this ballet, so responded to it directly.
sorrow for the loving Giselle
dancing, dancing till she parts,
leaving all with broken hearts
Linda Baie ?All Rights Reserved
So beautiful, Linda.
This (along with the picture) makes me want to go see Giselle!
Yes, beautiful!
Great melancholy feeling, especially the last line.
Nice description with a sad feeling.
Beautiful, Linda. I didn’t know the story of Giselle until we read up on it before the ballet. This really captures the sorrow of it. I really like the repetition of dancing.
This is lovely, Linda. A beautiful summary poem.….the gist with feeling!
Yes, leaving all with broken hearts. The rhythm and rhyme are working for your little poem today.
I love your image of the dancing dandelions, Laura!
ALL HALLOW?S EVE
Arise,
ethereal spectres?
join our
spirited waltz.
Tonight
we shall
caper
to our heart?s
content.
Happy to see you’ve included some of those Halloween spirits dancing around tonight. I like the idea of ‘capering’.
I love the freedom of this, Janelle. Makes me want to twirl.
spectres, spirited, and caper–wonderful words to bring this invitation to life!
Oo-o-oh, ethereal spectres — good words for Halloween.
Thanks, Janelle! Spirited waltz–hahaha. Love that! And the idea of ghosts capering. Reminds me of Disney’s Haunted House, with the holographic ghosts at the party. I loved that as a kid (and as an adult, too).
A lovely poem to capture the joy of dancing!
I love your image of the dancing dandelions, Laura!
ALL HALLOW?S EVE
Arise,
ethereal spectres?
join our
spirited waltz.
Tonight
we shall
caper
to our heart?s
content.
Happy to see you’ve included some of those Halloween spirits dancing around tonight. I like the idea of ‘capering’.
I love the freedom of this, Janelle. Makes me want to twirl.
spectres, spirited, and caper–wonderful words to bring this invitation to life!
Oo-o-oh, ethereal spectres — good words for Halloween.
Thanks, Janelle! Spirited waltz–hahaha. Love that! And the idea of ghosts capering. Reminds me of Disney’s Haunted House, with the holographic ghosts at the party. I loved that as a kid (and as an adult, too).
A lovely poem to capture the joy of dancing!
They’ve a Story to Tell
Tulle and taffeta
swish, swoosh, with each pirouette
of skirts in unison.
First draft: ? Freeda Baker Nichols
I can hear the sounds of those spectacular fabrics! Very nice.
Thank you, Buffy Silverman.
I like your take on the “sounds” of the dancers. Nice.
Thanks very much. The ballerinas’ picture was a great prompt for 15 words or less poems. Many different angles!
I love that you named specific fabrics and their sounds, Freeda. I can almost feel the tulle scritching against me now!
I appreciate your thoughts on this. I had fun writing it. The ballet photo was wonderful.
My favorite part.…the costumes, then the moves.…you’ve brought the whole of the ballet to life, Freeda.
Thanks, Janet.
They’ve a Story to Tell
Tulle and taffeta
swish, swoosh, with each pirouette
of skirts in unison.
First draft: ? Freeda Baker Nichols
I can hear the sounds of those spectacular fabrics! Very nice.
Thank you, Buffy Silverman.
I like your take on the “sounds” of the dancers. Nice.
Thanks very much. The ballerinas’ picture was a great prompt for 15 words or less poems. Many different angles!
I love that you named specific fabrics and their sounds, Freeda. I can almost feel the tulle scritching against me now!
I appreciate your thoughts on this. I had fun writing it. The ballet photo was wonderful.
My favorite part.…the costumes, then the moves.…you’ve brought the whole of the ballet to life, Freeda.
Thanks, Janet.
Beautiful, Laura. I thought of those dusters straight away too and mushrooms!
At night
no light in sight
but low below
mushrooms dance and glow.
Wonderful picture! Love the idea of mushrooms dancing in the dark.
I’ve got a weird rubbish MG novel based in a wood. These mushrooms would fit right in lol.
Their skirts do resemble mushrooms. I like it.
Also a little spooky.
That’s my dark side lol.
How great, Catherine. It’s so imaginative!
Oooh, great (and unusual) comparison, Catherine. It made me see those glossy mushrooms in moonlight. And I find mushrooms kind of spooky even in daylight!
How neat to compare mushrooms. I can see that. I like the glow of mushrooms.
Oh the world of Thumbelina, all aglow and dancing under the mushrooms. Playful and pretty, Catherine! Mysterious, too. Like!
Beautiful, Laura. I thought of those dusters straight away too and mushrooms!
At night
no light in sight
but low below
mushrooms dance and glow.
Wonderful picture! Love the idea of mushrooms dancing in the dark.
I’ve got a weird rubbish MG novel based in a wood. These mushrooms would fit right in lol.
Their skirts do resemble mushrooms. I like it.
Also a little spooky.
That’s my dark side lol.
How great, Catherine. It’s so imaginative!
Oooh, great (and unusual) comparison, Catherine. It made me see those glossy mushrooms in moonlight. And I find mushrooms kind of spooky even in daylight!
How neat to compare mushrooms. I can see that. I like the glow of mushrooms.
Oh the world of Thumbelina, all aglow and dancing under the mushrooms. Playful and pretty, Catherine! Mysterious, too. Like!
Sugarplum Dreams
Tiptoeing in
Twirl and spin
Magic wand
Toe-shoes donned
Fairy dance
Exciting chance
Starring me!
Ha–you’ve captured a young girl’s feeling of being the star of the show. Love your final line.
Yes! Exactly! The dreams of little girls.
I must add that this is AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL. I was the SugarPlum Fairy in 5th grade in an adapted play version done at a small acting school in our town. I LOVED this. My claim to fame. Remember it, the lights, the music, the dance, the darkened audience faces as if it was yesterday. I got to MAKE UP my own dance. I loved our teacher/director “Tinker”!! Such a gift to do this. So I had to write as my inner dreaming child-dancer.
I didn’t see this until I’d commented above-such a sweet memory. It must have been quite a special night!
Totally captures your kid voice, Janet. I saw this is autobiographical–bet you were a cutie!
Ah-can you imagine being the star? Love the rhythm, Janet, like twirling/dancing!
Such a child-like voice of wonder and loving the stage. Starring me! Love it!
Sugarplum Dreams
Tiptoeing in
Twirl and spin
Magic wand
Toe-shoes donned
Fairy dance
Exciting chance
Starring me!
Ha–you’ve captured a young girl’s feeling of being the star of the show. Love your final line.
Yes! Exactly! The dreams of little girls.
I must add that this is AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL. I was the SugarPlum Fairy in 5th grade in an adapted play version done at a small acting school in our town. I LOVED this. My claim to fame. Remember it, the lights, the music, the dance, the darkened audience faces as if it was yesterday. I got to MAKE UP my own dance. I loved our teacher/director “Tinker”!! Such a gift to do this. So I had to write as my inner dreaming child-dancer.
I didn’t see this until I’d commented above-such a sweet memory. It must have been quite a special night!
Totally captures your kid voice, Janet. I saw this is autobiographical–bet you were a cutie!
Ah-can you imagine being the star? Love the rhythm, Janet, like twirling/dancing!
Such a child-like voice of wonder and loving the stage. Starring me! Love it!
Beautiful imagery in your poem, Laura! Love some of the others here, too, but I’m taking care of an 11-week-old, so I don’t have time to comment…but here’s mine:
GIVE HER SOME CREDIT
Her soul’s passed,
no prince can have her,
but she’s certainly lively
for a cadaver.
-Matt Forrest Esenwine
Yours made me laugh, Matt. Doesn’t she sleep? What about the 3 year old? I am sure he is excited for the “big night”!
Ha–thanks for the morning chuckles, Matt.
Funny!
Love the playfulness of your poem.
Hehehe–I’m impressed that your brains aren’t mush and that you could come up with a rhyme at all. And this is a fun one:>)
Beautiful imagery in your poem, Laura! Love some of the others here, too, but I’m taking care of an 11-week-old, so I don’t have time to comment…but here’s mine:
GIVE HER SOME CREDIT
Her soul’s passed,
no prince can have her,
but she’s certainly lively
for a cadaver.
-Matt Forrest Esenwine
Yours made me laugh, Matt. Doesn’t she sleep? What about the 3 year old? I am sure he is excited for the “big night”!
Ha–thanks for the morning chuckles, Matt.
Funny!
Love the playfulness of your poem.
Hehehe–I’m impressed that your brains aren’t mush and that you could come up with a rhyme at all. And this is a fun one:>)
White perfection
Bristles on a toothbrush
Practically alive
Spinning and circling
On every side.
Would never have thought of a toothbrush as ballet–but you’ve shown their dance!
Ha. Must be an electric toothbrush. Creative!
Yes! I never would have come up with that comparison, but it totally works!
White perfection
Bristles on a toothbrush
Practically alive
Spinning and circling
On every side.
Would never have thought of a toothbrush as ballet–but you’ve shown their dance!
Ha. Must be an electric toothbrush. Creative!
Yes! I never would have come up with that comparison, but it totally works!
Autumn Ballet
Purple leaves shrivel, curl
plummet, turn
tumble, twirl
then rise again, a wind-swept whirl.
Nice!
Great words to use describing the fall of leaves.
I love the violence of your verbs, especially shrivel and plummet!
I like your leaf ballet. Colorful, lively and they dance! I like your poem, Buffy.
Autumn Ballet
Purple leaves shrivel, curl
plummet, turn
tumble, twirl
then rise again, a wind-swept whirl.
Nice!
Great words to use describing the fall of leaves.
I love the violence of your verbs, especially shrivel and plummet!
I like your leaf ballet. Colorful, lively and they dance! I like your poem, Buffy.
I can’t believe I almost forgot today is Thursday.
(One of those weeks.)
Great picture today. I can remember wanting to be a ballerina
so badly after seeing a performance when I was very young.
Ballerinas
In darkened theater,
beauty unfolds with a swirl,
fueling the dreams
of this small girl.
I loved to dance, the theater and the costumes. Yes, the dark theater a place for dreams and imagination. Love your poem, Patricia. Not sure this will show up near your poem.…sorry.
This is lovely, Patricia. We were in the second row, and right in front of us was a girl (maybe 9yo) with her grandmother, and those dreams were certainly swirling all about her!
I never got the chance, but dream I did, watching all the performances I could! I love your poem that shows that wistfulness.
I can’t believe I almost forgot today is Thursday.
(One of those weeks.)
Great picture today. I can remember wanting to be a ballerina
so badly after seeing a performance when I was very young.
Ballerinas
In darkened theater,
beauty unfolds with a swirl,
fueling the dreams
of this small girl.
I loved to dance, the theater and the costumes. Yes, the dark theater a place for dreams and imagination. Love your poem, Patricia. Not sure this will show up near your poem.…sorry.
This is lovely, Patricia. We were in the second row, and right in front of us was a girl (maybe 9yo) with her grandmother, and those dreams were certainly swirling all about her!
I never got the chance, but dream I did, watching all the performances I could! I love your poem that shows that wistfulness.
Love the image of beauty unfurling in a dark theater 😉
Love the image of beauty unfurling in a dark theater 😉
Following the Leader
Congregated
Automated
Flocked like sheep they follow
The Piper, pied.
Zombified
They enter Sleepy Hollow.
~~Barbara Turner
I REALLY love what you packed into 15 words…I actually counted to check.……zombified…Sleepy Hollow. This is great, Barbara.
Ooh, this is kind of creepy, Barbara! Great rhymes!
Following the Leader
Congregated
Automated
Flocked like sheep they follow
The Piper, pied.
Zombified
They enter Sleepy Hollow.
~~Barbara Turner
I REALLY love what you packed into 15 words…I actually counted to check.……zombified…Sleepy Hollow. This is great, Barbara.
Ooh, this is kind of creepy, Barbara! Great rhymes!
Storm Clouds
Swirling skirts
With the wind
Toil and trouble
From within
The skirts made me think of storm clouds! Very nice poems, everyone!
Love that image of trouble coming from inside!
Sometimes the clouds do look like they are performing a ballet, sometimes soft and pretty, sometimes forceful. Nice poem, Amelia.
Your poem made me imaging the dancers as clouds. Great imagery! Also love the thematic toil and trouble.
Storm Clouds
Swirling skirts
With the wind
Toil and trouble
From within
The skirts made me think of storm clouds! Very nice poems, everyone!
Love that image of trouble coming from inside!
Sometimes the clouds do look like they are performing a ballet, sometimes soft and pretty, sometimes forceful. Nice poem, Amelia.
Your poem made me imaging the dancers as clouds. Great imagery! Also love the thematic toil and trouble.
I came back today to read. I post early in the morning and sometimes forget (get busy) and don’t come back. I love how the image evokes so many different responses. Such fun playing with poetry with you all!
I came back today to read. I post early in the morning and sometimes forget (get busy) and don’t come back. I love how the image evokes so many different responses. Such fun playing with poetry with you all!
BUTTERFLY
Like a butterfly
Emerging from
A cocoon
Now is my time
To shine
Above all
- Anne McKenna
Lovely, Anne–it’s nice to hear a butterfly talk with such confidence!
Thank you, Laura, I wish I had as much confidence as that butterfly !
BUTTERFLY
Like a butterfly
Emerging from
A cocoon
Now is my time
To shine
Above all
- Anne McKenna
Lovely, Anne–it’s nice to hear a butterfly talk with such confidence!
Thank you, Laura, I wish I had as much confidence as that butterfly !
SURROUNDED BY STRANGERS (FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL)
Heart racing,
Throat dry,
I fight off the
Urge to cry.
© Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.
SURROUNDED BY STRANGERS (FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL)
Heart racing,
Throat dry,
I fight off the
Urge to cry.
© Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.