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 love that even in a townhome very near a city’s downtown, I can look out my window and most days catch glimpses of birds, squirrels, butterflies and more.
This image taken through my kitchen window makes me think of several things:
- “4, 3, 2, 1. Ready or not, here I come!”
- slippery surfaces
- what would happen to a bird afraid of plants?
And here’s my first draft. The tone of the title doesn’t match the tone of the poem, but…that’s a first draft for you!
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count.)
15 Responses
Sumac! I grew up with the stuff.…pretty and lots of warnings from the parents about not touching. I like the I Spy.…and Hide and Seek interplay. Fun!
City bird
wild dreams
green leaves
colorful schemes
Kitchen window
Hope’s opening
Ooooh. I love the wild feeling of this! Great ending.
Aria to the Day
Stage right
Sun’s spotlights on
Cheetle cheep chirp cheet
Lilting morning song
Such a lovely rhythm–and I love lilting!
Good morning. First image for me was a tiny lump behind a drapery, little feet shining for all the world to see! Your “hide-and-seek prompted the verse.
Baby’s First Hide ‘n Seek/Self Disclosure
Where’s Junior?
wiggles
Anyone seen Junior?
giggles
Oh no, he’s gone!
here I am mommy!
Laura, I’m replying to my own comment; for some reason mine bypassed the normal confirmation process.
Hahaha–you captured this scene, Martha! I can hear it instantly.
Bird-brained Scheme Gone Awry
Dad is mad.
I was bad.
Stuck in the corner-
now I’m sad.
Aww.I can kinda picture my husband thinking this when he was 7 or so!
Combining challenges: inktober word today is bait, daily haiku, and 15 words…
Sparrow, take the bait
dangling from a string, you see
a city feast.
Margaret
Cardinals
by Dianne Moritz
outside my window
cardinal feeds seeds to his mate
love birds
Staying Chill
Birds strongly disagree
On shade versus AC!
Wingpits cannot be sweaty
For being airborne ready!
this might be way over 15v but it’s what I thought of to write
poem By Jessica Bigi
Birdy Rhythm & Blues
feathery disk jockeys
jamming jives
on spinning rockeries
chirping twitters
dancing the chickadee
hopp-hopp-hopp
Love these DJs!
it should be reckored