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.
I am rather butterfinger‑y sometimes.
This image makes me think of several things:
- omelettes, natch
- house fire
- sunrise
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.)
23 Responses
Ha! Nice pic.…fun prompt. I have the idea of what I want to do.…but need more time to work it out. See my start in this skinny?
Chicken or?
egg
Shell
Yolk
Albumen
egg
chick
cheep
chip
egg
Which first?
Oh, fun! I like that you’re working it out with this. Exactly what this is for. Give something a try and note how it’s working. The circular nature of the skinny lends itself well to this topic.
The lens filter makes the “mess” look almost mosaic, Laura. At least the eggs remained in a neat little pile!
Recipe for Cleanup
Expendable whisk broom
and plastic dust pan,
doubled grocery bag,
pray it’s pick-up day!
PS: You would think kitchen sink disposal; learned from personal experience that the raw membranes “may” wreak havoc on blades of said gadget!
I love your poem, Martha–so specific. And…what? I had no idea eggs could hurt a disposal! We put eggs down ours regularly. Yikes!
Don’t forget to add the eggs,
Whisk, stir, froth, then
pour right in.
Batter better!
I am so craving pancakes after reading you guys’ poems! I love how your language progresses from conversational to that proclamation at the end.
Jigsaw
Puzzle pieces
shape, shift
tease, trick,
Illusion fit,
time to quit!
I love puzzles–but sometimes I feel just like your poem!
Breakfast
Packages of potential
Now a puddle on the floor
Brilliant sunrise colors!
love the image of “package of potential” and the sunrise view of the mishap.
So much emotion. The melancholy of the first two lines, and then the celebration of the last one!
Sorry about your mess, Laura. I hate cleaning up egg whites. Too slippery, sloppery!
Forced Decision
Cookies out,
no cake.
With one egg,
what can I make?
I can relate to this!
Ha! The desperate baker. My answer would just be to go to the donut shop, but I know I’m cheating:>)
I don’t think this expression is usually hyphenated, but hyphens allow me not to have egg on my face about going over 15 words!
It Wasn’t Me!
I didn’t do it,
Not me, I swore
with egg-on-my-face
egg on the floor.
Haha–the power of the hyphen :>) Love the play on eggs. I might remember denying a couple of things as a kid…might.
BREAKFAST
by Dianne Moritz
Stir batter,
SPLITTER, SPLATTER!
What a mess,
but no matter.…
PANCAKES!!
I like your rhyming!
Yes, worth all the mess! Love that second line!
poem By Jessica Bigi
I mad Mom Breakfast
sunny side up
dippy
scrambled
over kitchen floor
spot doggie’s
tummy happy
nothing but laughter
One of so MANY reasons I miss our Jackie. Nobody cleaned the kitchen floor as well as he did. Love this scene!
No worries Laura. Cooked eggs do not pose a problem. Most folks have no problem with the raw ones, just one of those days for me.
No, I meant raw. If we have one sad egg left and buy a new carton, then we toss the raw one(s) down the disposal. Can’t even imagine how icky if they gummed up the works!