Photo: Laura Purdie Salas
Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines here)!
I did a young authors conference in Winona, MN, recently, and snapped this pic there. Here’s what it makes me think of.
1)?You are what you eat
2) A swan with feathers made of leaves
3) Taxidermied animals–ick
And here’s my poem first draft:
Flight
leafy wings
rip me free
of winter’s iron grip
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
What do you think of when you look at this picture? Take any quick idea and jot down a 15 Words or Less poem. It doesn’t have to rhyme or describe this picture. It’s just about whatever you think of when you look at it.
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54 Responses
See me, see
sky, trees,
water, breeze,
flying, swimming,
soaring, skimming.
See me, see
Free!
Lovely–I like the effect of the list with just commas but no words in between.
See me, see
sky, trees,
water, breeze,
flying, swimming,
soaring, skimming.
See me, see
Free!
Lovely–I like the effect of the list with just commas but no words in between.
summer rain…
a gathering of waterbirds
under a willow
© Diane Mayr
Your haiku heart is perfect for these challenges!
summer rain…
a gathering of waterbirds
under a willow
© Diane Mayr
Your haiku heart is perfect for these challenges!
Once the Ugly Duckling
Look beyond
my outer shell.
God’s beauty
lies within
as well.
I love this! Great meaning- love the simplicity!
Love this interpretation!
Once the Ugly Duckling
Look beyond
my outer shell.
God’s beauty
lies within
as well.
I love this! Great meaning- love the simplicity!
Love this interpretation!
I love your poem, Laura, and the others that are posted so far as well! Leave it to me to turn all this beautiful imagery into a lurid love affair… well, maybe not exactly lurid, but…
Swan Song for Kudzu
The first time?
It was dark.
We were drunk.
Over time,
she grew on me.
© Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
Love it!
Love your fresh POV 😉
Awesome!
Hahaha–where do I begin? This could be a sardonic description of a failed relationship (well, I might be using that term loosely:>) But, really, I’m picturing this Southern gothic horror movie where the kudzu is some sentient female force who gets pissed off and devours some guy. Love. It.
I love your poem, Laura, and the others that are posted so far as well! Leave it to me to turn all this beautiful imagery into a lurid love affair… well, maybe not exactly lurid, but…
Swan Song for Kudzu
The first time?
It was dark.
We were drunk.
Over time,
she grew on me.
© Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
Love it!
Love your fresh POV 😉
Awesome!
Hahaha–where do I begin? This could be a sardonic description of a failed relationship (well, I might be using that term loosely:>) But, really, I’m picturing this Southern gothic horror movie where the kudzu is some sentient female force who gets pissed off and devours some guy. Love. It.
Through my leafy feathers
You will see
a kaleidoscope
of wondrous nature
Great picture, Laura! Love the sweet simplicity yet strong meaning in you poem.
Thanks, Amelia. I love the kaleidoscope here. That one word dazzles your poem!
Through my leafy feathers
You will see
a kaleidoscope
of wondrous nature
Great picture, Laura! Love the sweet simplicity yet strong meaning in you poem.
Thanks, Amelia. I love the kaleidoscope here. That one word dazzles your poem!
Wings of moss and grass,
wear airy, sky high dreams.
Freedom,
on a breeze.
Ooh, welcome, Andria. I love the idea of something as ethereal as wings being made of something as earth as moss. Beautiful!
Wings of moss and grass,
wear airy, sky high dreams.
Freedom,
on a breeze.
Ooh, welcome, Andria. I love the idea of something as ethereal as wings being made of something as earth as moss. Beautiful!
Enjoying all these poems today.
Emu,
swan,
ostrich
or
tree
it’s
all
the
same
to
me
I’m intrigued by this poem’s narrator, Catherine…
So am I lol. I just made it up.
😀
Enjoying all these poems today.
Emu,
swan,
ostrich
or
tree
it’s
all
the
same
to
me
I’m intrigued by this poem’s narrator, Catherine…
So am I lol. I just made it up.
😀
Sunset at the lake:
swans swim in liquid branches,
shadow birds bleed to ink.
Oh, Buffy–liquid branches? shadow birds? Love. Love. Love.
Sunset at the lake:
swans swim in liquid branches,
shadow birds bleed to ink.
Oh, Buffy–liquid branches? shadow birds? Love. Love. Love.
Oops! I forgot this morning! Such lovely poems today. 🙂
Door
The door slams.
My eyes cut
it open, my heart
wears feathers,
wears wings.
?Kate Coombs
Ah, Kate. You are the magical realist of poetry. Sigh…
Oops! I forgot this morning! Such lovely poems today. 🙂
Door
The door slams.
My eyes cut
it open, my heart
wears feathers,
wears wings.
?Kate Coombs
Ah, Kate. You are the magical realist of poetry. Sigh…
Ugly duckling turned swan
still sees through
cracked sidewalk
windows.
Ooh, what a great image, Doraine. How we see ourselves really determines how we see everything! Love those cracked sidewalk / windows.
Ugly duckling turned swan
still sees through
cracked sidewalk
windows.
Ooh, what a great image, Doraine. How we see ourselves really determines how we see everything! Love those cracked sidewalk / windows.
LUNCH TIME
Wizards of water glide
Along my river bed
Racing after snatches
Of whole wheat bread.
© Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.
LUNCH TIME
Wizards of water glide
Along my river bed
Racing after snatches
Of whole wheat bread.
© Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.