Hello, and welcome! This is 15 Words or Less Poems, a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here), and I’m very glad you’re here. However, because it’s National Poetry Month, I have a couple of other things to share, too:>)
I’m Reading a Poem Out Loud
First, Bookology (online children’s literature magazine) is celebrating with Poetry Mosaic, a short poem read by the poet–a new one every day. And today is my day! You can visit Poetry Mosaic to hear my poem–and perhaps browse the others from this month, too!
Here’s My #Wonderbreak Poem
Also, I need to share today’s #wonderbreak poem. I am a smoothie girl. I usually have one every day, and it’s something I take for granted–until I travel. Then I am stuck without my smoothies. And I am sad. So, here is my appreciation for one of life’s little luxuries, a blender. Actually two luxuries. A blender and a freezer, because I need tons of frozen fruit for my smoothies. (Which is why on-the-road smoothies have not worked out so well–frozen fruit does not stay frozen enough in a cooler.) Today, I’m flying to Florida to visit with my Dad and sisters for a few days. Luckily, my sister has a giant blender, so I can get my smoothie fixes in while I’m down there:>)
And Here’s 15 Words or Less
And now to our usual Thursday activity!
When we were driving through Iceland, Randy and I saw a huge meadow with horses running around (here’s a short video clip I took of two of them frolicking). Several were coming up to the wire fence and tourists were petting them. So Randy parked the car and said, “Go down there. You know you want to!” I did, and I did. They kept nuzzling so close, though, that it was hard to get a picture! This image makes me think of several things:
- Flock of Seagulls hair
- I want a horse
- The warmth of a horse
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.) PLEASE NOTE: I’m traveling today to Florida to spend a few days with my dad and sisters, so I likely won’t be able to comment on your poems. But I will be reading them when I have a chance!
31 Responses
Laura, now I want a smoothie for breakfast! I’ve been enjoying your wonderbreaks immensely. Thank you for heading it up. This horse is such a love-bug! Golden warmth, indeed. You are a lucky girl to get to say hello. Here’s my offering:
Horse Trade
Will swap
Greetings
nuzzles
quiet
contentment
for
carrots
sugar cubes
warm hands
and….
Peppermints.
I like this list format and the specificity of this poem. Reminds me that my daughter who is crazy about her dog wants to do a dog kissing booth. Her dog trades face kisses.
Cute title. Your poem is so sweet.
wonderful poem
Linda, I love the wording and the style of your poem. Perfect fit.
Anonymous is Martha. I seem to be making a habit of this. Sorry.
I don’t have a lot of experience with horses. I’m not afraid, just tentative, unsure how to pet them.
My hand reaches
for the star on her forehead
anxious for a loving nod.
You’ve described me and horses also. I love how your poem is set in the moment of reaching and hoping with the reader left wondering how things turned out.
I also like the hopeful tone to your poem. By the way, I always feel better if I remind the horse (out loud of course) that my fingers are not carrots. You might want to try that! 😉
I love the first line of your poem
I’m with you Margaret. I’m comfortable as long as they are not loose around me. My kids and grands are crazy for horses. I’m sure you received a loving nod.
Awwwwwwwwwwww, they just love giving love, too. Sweet and sentimental is the way to go.
I love the up-close pose for your picture. All that mane and hair brought to mind a son coming home from college with a new look.
Did You Lose a Dare?
Is that you, Jere,
under all that hair
and flowing beard?
Now go get sheared!
I love how you linked the shaggy horse to your shaggy son. Fun!
I love this one of my nephews came home with long hair and a beard from school
Same scenario from my son! Now I look at his pix and laugh.
Poor Jere! Funny poems are so fun.
What a wonderful experience your trip was, Laura, and such a rich vein to mine for poetry! I love the horse photo and your poem. His close scrutiny reminded me of myself trying to read or do anything close up these days. Here’s my somewhat silly effort.
Who’s There?
Presbyopia is quite a pain–
I can’t see a thing past my mane!
I LOVE it! You made me smile, and I learned a new word for a growing problem.
love your poem
Wonderful!
Poem By Jessica Bigi
sorry I’m a few word over I love it pic you have shared of your trip
What happens when
when you eat
peanut butter, Jelly;
banana, and pickle
sandwiches?
you grow
heir like Elves
What a fun poem, Jessica. I love your leap to elves. You can keep your sandwiches. 😉
Yummy Jessica, PBJ for sweet, pickle to cut the sweet!
Laura, busy as a bee as the old saying goes. Thanks for all you shared in this post; safe travels and enjoy the “warmth” of your family. For some reason (except for the eyelashes) a drum major’s hat came to mind.
A Drum Major’s Worst Nightmare
Strike up the band
need a third hand
windy and cold
pray chin strap holds.
I had to take a look at the pic it does look like a band hat love the you made that saw that in the pic
Ha! Oh, those marching band days. Great take.
Feeding a Horse
Pick some grass
Hold your hand flat
Feel soft warm breath
Warm wet tongue…
Delight!
Doesn’t it seem natural to want to feed a horse some grass? I can feel the warmth and wet. Nice!
Love this close-up view!
Shaggy Mane Watches
Sharp eyes survey the field,
alert,
vigilant.
Ears twitch.
Nose snorts.
Long legs
takes flight.
A Brother as a Barber
He tried to cut my hair, he tried!
But the batteries in the clippers died.