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. If you tried to visit last week, or did visit in the brief window that the post was live, I apologize! My technology world came crashing down last Thursday, and it was a mess. So, I’m reposting the image this week, as your comments may or may not have survived:>/
On the plus side, that same day, I got a lovely email from Lauren McBride, a frequent 15 Words or Less contributor. She had received my October issue of A Writer Can Be…, my e-letter for children’s writers [subscribe by clicking on the Writer Can Be… box in the right sidebar], in which I compared a writing career to playing a game of Columns. She wrote:
“You are a chain reaction for me. I was directed to your blog by Gayle Jacobson-Huset from Stories for Children to improve my poetry and it has. There is no judgment nor rejection at 15 WOL, only encouragement and the freedom to experiment with words. I think that has allowed me to grow as a poet as much as anything else. And happily I just got my first acceptance at Asimov’s.
As you know, several pictures you have posted have led to publications for me, one of which was nominated for the Dwarf Stars Award (short Sci-fi poetry). I did not win, but was pleased to be nominated.
Here’s the picture and my poem (feel free to skip this):
March 13, 2014 Laura
For in that Sleep, What Nightmares . . .
While comatose to travel space,
Please someone check my pulse, my face
and if you see a silent scream
while I lie trapped within a dream,
then wake me from this hell replayed.
Don’t keep me stasis-held, afraid!
This poem first appeared in Illumen, Summer 2017.”
That email made my day. Thank you, Lauren, for encouragement on the day I really needed it! And congratulations! I love seeing what writers do with the small poems that begin here on the blog!
Now, on to (or back to) the regular 15 Words or Less. This past summer, my husband Randy and I did GreenFit, a program offered through our former parks system (need to see if anyone offers it on this side of town). Each week, we did something outside: canoeing, standup paddleboarding, archery, and, for example, “ancient projectiles.” Those turned out to be atlatls. Here’s Randy using an atlatl to throw a spear kinda thing. (We were very technical about it all, as you can tell!)
This image makes me think of several things:
- throwing tennis ball for a dog (not for Jackie, though–he never cared to fetch, really)
- how hard life as a caveman was
- how lucky I am to have a husband who will do things I want to do, even if he’s not wild about them
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.)