Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines here)!
Look at the beautiful bracelet Heidi Mordhorst gave me at NCTE. Aren’t totally unexpected gifts just the best. I don’t have the packaging with me as I write this, but it’s an Alex and Ani bracelet that I think means passion, leadership, and discipline. Huh. I might have that wrong. Anyway, what it means to me is community and connection. Getting together–in person–with my poetry and book tribe at events like NCTE has become more and more rewarding. I look at this charm and think I am surrounded by and supported by so many terrific people. My tribe, all interconnected. Lovely. This image makes me think of:
1) a safety net
2) skipping rocks
3) Poetry Friday Anthologies and the cool things Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong are doing with them
And here’s my?first draft.
The Tight-Rope Walker’s Prayer of Thanks
?
Relied upon, though rarely touched:
net’s rough, twisted threads
let me skywalk, step by step
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Now it’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS!??(Title doesn’t count toward word count:>)?
56 Responses
People are the best kind of support!
most defiantly
Agreed!
People are the best kind of support!
most defiantly
Agreed!
Slowly spinning
A single thread
Ties her to the stars
The link of the bracelet got to me more than the bracelet itself- funny what we notice! I love your poem, Ms. Salas, especially the “Let me skywalk”. Beautiful!
I love the last two lines so mystical
This is really exquisite, Amelia. I wish I could draw. I’d draw/paint a beautiful woman/ballerina/puppet spinning below the stars, but maybe with the line slack a little, so it was clear she’s joined to the stars but not controlled by them. Oooh. Thanks for the image.
It seems I don’t get here until late in the day…but what a treat when I finally do! The words do my heart good 🙂
A Tumble of Glass
a frozen,
kaleidoscopic moment
glimmering gold
a turn,
a tiny tumble,
miniscule but mighty
rainbow
this is wonderful your words paint such a wonderful pic as I read them
Slowly spinning
A single thread
Ties her to the stars
The link of the bracelet got to me more than the bracelet itself- funny what we notice! I love your poem, Ms. Salas, especially the “Let me skywalk”. Beautiful!
I love the last two lines so mystical
This is really exquisite, Amelia. I wish I could draw. I’d draw/paint a beautiful woman/ballerina/puppet spinning below the stars, but maybe with the line slack a little, so it was clear she’s joined to the stars but not controlled by them. Oooh. Thanks for the image.
It seems I don’t get here until late in the day…but what a treat when I finally do! The words do my heart good 🙂
A Tumble of Glass
a frozen,
kaleidoscopic moment
glimmering gold
a turn,
a tiny tumble,
miniscule but mighty
rainbow
this is wonderful your words paint such a wonderful pic as I read them
the rimiest
writes frosty
silver flacks
winter-blue
crisp parchment
looping-looping
her sun-charmed
pen
Poem By Jessica Bigi
Laura hope you had a nice visit with your mom
I Love your last line and your poem and what a wonderful gift
lopping lopping
Thanks, Jessica–I did, overall. I like your “crisp parchment”! I love the idea of writing frosty silver flakes:>)
the rimiest
writes frosty
silver flacks
winter-blue
crisp parchment
looping-looping
her sun-charmed
pen
Poem By Jessica Bigi
Laura hope you had a nice visit with your mom
I Love your last line and your poem and what a wonderful gift
lopping lopping
Thanks, Jessica–I did, overall. I like your “crisp parchment”! I love the idea of writing frosty silver flakes:>)
Love from one
isn’t done.
It can flow,
go, go, go-
It’s just begun!
Love from one
isn’t done.
It can flow,
go, go, go-
It’s just begun!
I like the idea of the “rarely touched”, though knowing that net is there, Laura. So true. I took in the body leaning too, & the closed door. The bracelet is beautiful.
Illumination
She alone owned her sun.
Now strengthened,
prepared to enter night,
and share the day.
Linda Baie ?All Rights Reserved
I like the first line
Oh, that first line is glorious, Linda. I wish every girl and woman around the world could own and believe that thought:>)
I like the idea of the “rarely touched”, though knowing that net is there, Laura. So true. I took in the body leaning too, & the closed door. The bracelet is beautiful.
Illumination
She alone owned her sun.
Now strengthened,
prepared to enter night,
and share the day.
Linda Baie ?All Rights Reserved
I like the first line
Oh, that first line is glorious, Linda. I wish every girl and woman around the world could own and believe that thought:>)
Happy Hanukkah and Merry Christmas to all! Thank you, Laura, for your continuing poetry generosity.
Messages
Thirteen, she’s
been forbidden
to wear makeup
yet her arms
sparkle, jingle,
set off sparks.
Diane Mayr, all rights reserved
Oooh, I really like this!
I like the last the lines
Oh, this so captures the teen–been forbidden–yet. That about sums it up. I love that last line. Happy holidays, Diane!
Happy Hanukkah and Merry Christmas to all! Thank you, Laura, for your continuing poetry generosity.
Messages
Thirteen, she’s
been forbidden
to wear makeup
yet her arms
sparkle, jingle,
set off sparks.
Diane Mayr, all rights reserved
Oooh, I really like this!
I like the last the lines
Oh, this so captures the teen–been forbidden–yet. That about sums it up. I love that last line. Happy holidays, Diane!
Snowflake
Blue and silver
spins, floats,
looking up at
the gold snowflake
high in the sky
?Kate Coombs
Wonderful
I love “the gold snowflake,” Kate!
Snowflake
Blue and silver
spins, floats,
looking up at
the gold snowflake
high in the sky
?Kate Coombs
Wonderful
I love “the gold snowflake,” Kate!
Beautiful bracelet! This reminds me of that TV special the other night of homes competing for a 50 thousand dollar prize for their Christmas decorations.
An explosion of light
in darkness of night;
another home enters
the Christmas Lights Fight!
Beautiful
Ha! Doesn’t that capture the holiday spirit:>)
Beautiful bracelet! This reminds me of that TV special the other night of homes competing for a 50 thousand dollar prize for their Christmas decorations.
An explosion of light
in darkness of night;
another home enters
the Christmas Lights Fight!
Beautiful
Ha! Doesn’t that capture the holiday spirit:>)
Solstice
December’s sun
rises late
and casts
long shadows–
surrendering,
it sinks
and dreams
of spring.
I love your poem
Amazing, Buffy!
Solstice
December’s sun
rises late
and casts
long shadows–
surrendering,
it sinks
and dreams
of spring.
I love your poem
Amazing, Buffy!