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.
This guy, which we bought at the first Renaissance Festival we ever went to, shortly after moving up here to Minnesota 27 years ago, was boxed up in our basement for a long time. Now it’s one of the few things on our walls!
This image makes me think of several things:
- Gandalf
- the totally foreign-to-me art of carving/whittling/sculpting
- how scary it would be to come across this in an empty forest, carved on a tree!
And here’s my first draft. Since this forest man is on my wall right near where I do most of my writing, I imagined a writer feeling very unconfident, sitting there with art made from a tree (as paper is made from a tree). It gave me a chuckle, so I put it into a poem.
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count.)
PLEASE NOTE: I’m on school visits and won’t be able to respond to your poems, but I will read every one!
25 Responses
Ha Ha! You made me look at the calendar! Thought I’d missed a day- but you’re just staying a step ahead.
SUMMERTIME PROBLEM
So hot-
I felt
that I would melt.
Turn AC on
before I’m gone!
Cindy, that is exactly how I feel every summer! And I pubbed this post on wrong day! It will reappear (and so will your comment) tomorrow. Sorry!
interesting tack on this pic
In every tree
lives a spirit
waving
holding
protecting
giving its breath to air.
Love this feeling of generosity, Margaret. And I pubbed this post on wrong day! It will reappear (and so will your comment) tomorrow. Sorry!
love your ending
What a beautiful sculpture. I’ve never tried carving beyond a block of ivory soap decades ago. I like the wry humor in the question at the end.
Cindy, you make me giggle.…please don’t forget the AC for that guy!
Margaret, I agree with Laura’s word generosity.…your tree gives freely. Lovely.
Linger
in this wood.
Amber ages
memory–
pages of
our book
Remember,
remember.
I love the 3 line and the last 4
A wizard’s smile
(And lucious locks)
Preserved through time
In amber
so much sad in so few words
Good morning. Double postings and repurposing Renaissance man makes for a sense of deja vu! Enjoy your school visits Laura.
HE
was
an attraction
whatever his use
he is now, for sure,
Laura’s muse.
Sorry 15 WOL. My fingers got ahead of my brain and my verse posted as anonymous. I’ll try again! Anyway, I’m still Martha!
What a fun rhyme.
Just having fun with this and the sideways flowing grain. (You know I write a note at the beginning of these posts so my poem will show up nice and straight instead of bent around the photo image circle!)
wind of the wood
blowing wood
forest music
woodwind
—Kate Coombs
Kate, love all of the intertwining with words; woodwind performing a forest musical.
I I like the w sounds
I love the pic today and your poem
poem By Jessica Bigi
Father Time
Flaming leaves
On earth’s
Birthday cake
His holing breaths
Wind makes one wish
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I love the mystery here. What was the wish, I wonder?
I love the pic today and your poem
poem By Jessica Bigi
Father Time
Flaming leaves
On earth’s
Birthday cake
His howling breaths
Wind makes one wish
Just lovely, Jessica. I like how howling breaths become wind.
Love the image of red leaves as candles on earth’s birthday cake–nice!
Your poem made me laugh, Laura. The colors of your forest man reminded me of petrified wood.
Petrified?
Wood that I could
read your expression,
but it seems
set in stone.
Ha–another chuckle. I guess this masked man is inspiring humor today.
Just realized what was missing from my Thursday! Your poem made me laugh, Laura.
Underground Philosopher
Chipmunk regards tree’s wooden stare,
retreats to earthen hole,
ponders the root of the problem.
Your title sets the scene, then your last line made me laugh out loud. Who would have guessed today’s picture would lead to humor.