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 glad you’re here.
I was picking up the yard before a showing last week, and I saw a flash of yellow on the ground. I thought it was a tennis ball from the neighbor kids or something, but when I went to get it, I found this bird instead. It was so tiny and perfect and bright, and I was so sad that it was lying dead next to our house. I assume it flew into a window? Anyway, I got my phone and took a picture–not because I like pictures of death (generally the exact opposite), but because I felt like somehow this little creature deserved a witness.
This image makes me think of:
- a 2nd-grade boy forced to wear a dress jacket for a portrait or fancy event
- a still life painting where things are arranged, just so
- how I wish I saw living birds as close up as this one
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)
37 Responses
Drops of sunshine
Fly through invincible skies
Dying by landmarks
Made by those without wings
Beautiful, Amelia–I especially love the image of that first line and the mood of the second!
I love the first line
No Sunrise
The sun has set
Upon his breast
To rise no more.
So simple and eloquent, Donna…
wonderful
MOURNING
My little feathered friend, sleep on.
Your cheerful morning greeting’s gone.
A memory for me.
This is filled with such heart, Cindy…
I love the first line
Laura, love your “yellow heart” I recently heard the singing of a bird I could not identify but saw a flash of yellow when it flew. Still don’t know what kind it was, but your image brought the memory back.
A yellow flash
a high pitch trill
Listen
God is singing.
Margaret, this is lovely–a celebratory instant!
I love the first and last lines
Your picture and your poem touched a nerve in many of us it seems.
Folding back the empty sleeves,
drawing it across my knees.
laying his jacket to rest.
Oh, Liz–this is heartbreaking. Thank you for sharing. Those empty sleeves.
I love the first and last lines
Laura, how sweet. Thank you for the tribute to the little creature. I have a Cockatiel, Pepper, who was 20 yrs. old last weekend. He is the original gray color, with yellow head and large orange “cheeks.” I’m not sure how old that is in human years, but he has worn out two cages, now living in a third one.
Memorial
May your gray
shroud shield,
comfort,
as the song and sun
from your soul lives.
.
Oops, I meant to change the first line to read differently.
Memorial
May nature’s
shroud shield
and comfort
as the song and sun
from your soul lives.
This reads like a beautiful Irish toast, Martha–I love it. And happy birthday to Pepper–20 years old–wow!
this is beautiful
[Note: This wouldn’t post at home so I’ll try from work. If you see a duplicate, sorry!] I found a dead bird a week ago, probably a nuthatch. It was red and yellow and black. So here are your bird and my bird together, beautiful in death. (Margaret, I used “flash” before I saw yours and decided to keep it in.)
Flash of red and yellow,
bright voice shining through morning,
now fallen with leaves.
—Kate Coombs
Oh, I love both this celebration of life and solemn observation of death. That last line just fits…
wonderful poem love the last line
I love your yellow heart singing of sunshine, Laura–a lovely tribute to this beauty.
At Sunrise
Yellow-throated song
wakens a spring morning.
Pale leaves frolic,
cheering the new day.
Thanks, Buffy–and what a happy change of pace:>) Love leaves frolicking!
I look forward to your photo every week, Laura.
Still now.
Stiff.
No more swooping,
soaring.
No more golden notes
from
my golden throat.
(I can never get my first line to line up with the rest of the poem!
Thanks, Cynthia. Those brief first two lines really swipe at my gut. :>(
poem By Jessica Bigi
Yellow Book Mark
whistle of songs
feathered quotations
question mark
comma rest
page marked
in remembrance
What a beautiful merging of ideas, Jessica. I especially love the feathered quotations!
Thank you congracions on both of your daurts news that you shared the wedding and the return 🙂
Yellow gold
feathers flutter
keeping
dreams
alive.
It is the tiny nails, on the tiny curled feet that always gets to me.
I agree–something about them like tiny baby toenails. I love the restraint in your poem, Joy.
Laura, I’ve been having a tough time writing something because my mind keeps going back to a haiku I wrote a few years ago that was published in YARN. So even though the following is not new, I hope you don’t mind me sharing it:
sparrow sweetly sings
melancholy melody
her mate, on the ground
- Matt Forrest Esenwine
I absolutely am glad you shared this! The rhythm itself is so musical, then cut to stillness at the last phrase. Beautiful.
Thank you, Laura.
NAPTIME
Warbler
naps in leafy
bed, its yellow throated
breathing pulsates like heartbeats of
the sun.
© Charles Waters 2016 all rights reserved.
Oh, “heartbeats of/the sun.” Glory, Charles!