Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines here)!
Randy and I went to see Canadian folksinger Gordon Lightfoot perform a couple of weeks ago. The stage design was very simple, with these long skinny triangles of fabric stretched taut in the background. Different colored lights dreamily came on and off during part of the concert, and when the red lights came on, it felt like the band and audience were trapped inside the mouth of a beast gnashing its bloody red teeth (I know!). And I’ve been watching Shark Week shows this week, which feels extra appropriate…
This image makes me think of:
1) obviously, being eaten by a giant beast!
2) searchlights in the sky
3) a crowd gathered around a burning building
And here’s my?first draft. Somehow, when it came time to write my poem, I saw flowers and fireworks rather than something more predatory.
Now it’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS!??(Title doesn’t count toward word count:>) If you leave a poem in the comments, and if it’s 15 words or less, I’ll try to respond!
NOTE: My sister Patty is up in Minnesota visiting me for a week! Today, we’re going to the gym, meeting my older daughter, Annabelle, for tacos, and going to an improv comedy show–whee! So, I don’t know whether I’ll be home long enough to comment on poems this week. I’ll keep my fingers crossed, but no promises.
38 Responses
What a great salute to geraniums. I loved the sizzling petals. There’s a building in my area that is used for teacher staff development. Inside, there’s a corridor lined with geraniums and other potted plants. A great treat on a busy workday. Your poem brought back those memories. Thanks!
I love that memory, Linda. Thanks for sharing!
What a great salute to geraniums. I loved the sizzling petals. There’s a building in my area that is used for teacher staff development. Inside, there’s a corridor lined with geraniums and other potted plants. A great treat on a busy workday. Your poem brought back those memories. Thanks!
I love that memory, Linda. Thanks for sharing!
Morning’s red sky
held at bay.
Courageous trees
save the day!
Laura, I plant geraniums where I can see them while washing dishes. Your poem is spot on- sometimes they’re a‑blaze with color! Enjoy your sister’s visit!
I love these trees being the defense! I’ve never had a geranium before. I have a terrible black thumb, and for a few weeks, I thought I had killed this one. But then it burst out one day, all of the spots where I’d deadheaded suddenly shooting out red flowers. Love it! Thanks–we’re having a great time!
Morning’s red sky
held at bay.
Courageous trees
save the day!
Laura, I plant geraniums where I can see them while washing dishes. Your poem is spot on- sometimes they’re a‑blaze with color! Enjoy your sister’s visit!
I love these trees being the defense! I’ve never had a geranium before. I have a terrible black thumb, and for a few weeks, I thought I had killed this one. But then it burst out one day, all of the spots where I’d deadheaded suddenly shooting out red flowers. Love it! Thanks–we’re having a great time!
Song In
The Center
Of The Earth
she with her
crystal eyes
and jagged
hooked lags
grads the
red rubies
Poem By Jessica Bigi
this pic makes me think of lava lamps
I like jagged and hooked, Jessica. Nice sharp sounds!
Song In
The Center
Of The Earth
she with her
crystal eyes
and jagged
hooked lags
grads the
red rubies
Poem By Jessica Bigi
this pic makes me think of lava lamps
I like jagged and hooked, Jessica. Nice sharp sounds!
love the 1 and last 2 lines
love the 1 and last 2 lines
Beauty or Beast
Vivid colors
belie blackened
tree trunks
ablaze
searing vegetation
leaving devastation
scars remain
forever.
Laura, enjoy your sister’s visit. Your verse is summer; geranium is a one-word definition for the season.
love the first 4 lines
Oh, what a fiery poem, Martha. I love your use of the word “belie.” Such nice echoes with Beauty and the Beast, fairy tales, and destruction/regeneration. Lovely!
Beauty or Beast
Vivid colors
belie blackened
tree trunks
ablaze
searing vegetation
leaving devastation
scars remain
forever.
Laura, enjoy your sister’s visit. Your verse is summer; geranium is a one-word definition for the season.
love the first 4 lines
Oh, what a fiery poem, Martha. I love your use of the word “belie.” Such nice echoes with Beauty and the Beast, fairy tales, and destruction/regeneration. Lovely!
Fireworks
Rocket?s red glare,
please burst far
up in the sky
without smoke in my eye.
?Kate Coombs
I live this epically the ending
Fireworks
Rocket?s red glare,
please burst far
up in the sky
without smoke in my eye.
?Kate Coombs
I live this epically the ending
Laura, I couldn’t resist using your name.
Colors
Aurora Borealis
Photographed by Salas
What fun
Where the sun
Doesn?t shine
Laura, I couldn’t resist using your name.
Colors
Aurora Borealis
Photographed by Salas
What fun
Where the sun
Doesn?t shine
jagged teeth
turned to stone–
do they tell a story of
starvation
or prosperity?
jagged teeth
turned to stone–
do they tell a story of
starvation
or prosperity?
VICTORY
Hand held high
Fingers spread strong
A victory of peace
Amid a chaotic world.
VICTORY
Hand held high
Fingers spread strong
A victory of peace
Amid a chaotic world.
Reminds me of selecting fabric and having it tossed out to be measures and cut.
Getting Fabric for a Red Dress
Fiery bolts
Cast across
Cutting tables;
Silken sails
Settle softly -
Fuschia holds
My dress.
Have fun with your sister and daughter!
Reminds me of selecting fabric and having it tossed out to be measures and cut.
Getting Fabric for a Red Dress
Fiery bolts
Cast across
Cutting tables;
Silken sails
Settle softly -
Fuschia holds
My dress.
Have fun with your sister and daughter!
The sunset,
a blaze of purple and fuchsia,
challenges the blackness
of the trees.
The sunset,
a blaze of purple and fuchsia,
challenges the blackness
of the trees.
Multiple Choice
Music and color
collide,
crashing like cars on highways.
Where does one end
or begin?
-Pamela Ross
Multiple Choice
Music and color
collide,
crashing like cars on highways.
Where does one end
or begin?
-Pamela Ross