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.
Randy took this pic while we were walking Jack. by the lake. The white edging on the trail is cottonwood fluff. Boy, was there a lot of sneezing and sniffling going on!
This image makes me think of:
- people disappearing from our lives
- the curvature of the earth
- staying on the path vs. blazing a trail
And here’s my first draft. As we pack to move, I’m saying goodbye to a lot of things. Furniture that won’t fit in our new place. My library. My gym. My Taco Bell. I will have different versions of these in our new place, and I’m very excited about moving! (And we’ll only be 15–20 minutes from our old house.) But there’s a comfort in acknowledging the loss of routines and people and places that are woven into my current life.
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count)
25 Responses
Laura, moving can be so draining. I love your attitude shown in your poem. I should abide by my poem- a forage into the blackberry patch knocking Japanese beetles into soapy water left me full of chigger bites!
LEAVING IT TO OTHERS
I adore
to explore
where others already
went before.
(No chiggers, ticks or fleas,
please!)
Cindy, I love that I can read your poem several different ways. And that unexpected idea of exploring, but not being the first. Ah, chiggers. I haven’t had chigger bites since we left Florida…
I love the first 3 lines
Good luck with your move Laura I like your poem and pic
poem by Jessica Bigi
trying on
cotton wings
dreams nit footprints
our further awaits
I love the feeling of exploration in your poem.
I love the last line.
Wishing you happiness in your new home, Laura. Your picture made me want to take a woodsy walk. Not sure where my poem came from.
MISSING ELDERLY
Solitary walk
around the block,
I thought.
Now nothing looks familiar.
Exactly where is “here?”
Lauren, possibly your poem came from Laura’s first thought generated from the picture. Fits perfectly and unfortunately it seems to be more and more common. I love your take on the symptom.
Yes, I think you captured that experience perfectly!
so true nice poem even wne not moving people and landmark we once new so wall all chand and every thing is difrent
Good morning Laura. Having moved many times (hubby’s career moves), I empathize. Always bittersweet. You are handling it well with Jack’s help! Best to you all.
Captain Jack to the Rescue
Eyes front, center
ne’er to roam
’til we learn the way
to our new home.
🙂 wonderful companion for this poem
A practical approach from the dog. How cute.
We had cottonwood flurries here up until recently. There’s a huge tree in the yard next to my mother’s house–there were spots in her yard where it actually looked like snow had fallen.
White fluff
softens lines,
eases the way
to–
where?
wonderful poem I have never seen one of thesee trees
Faded flurries
form a furrow
Founding a footpath
for finders to follow
Love this Amelia, so, so clever and few words say so much.
I agree your few words say so much wonderful poem
Laura, best wishes and good luck for a smooth moving experience. It’s difficult. We’ve moved several times. Never easy.
Exploring
I chose this way
to walk today.
Where will I go?
I really don’t know.
I love the use of drectricon and that ? wonderful poem
Good luck with the packing and the moving, Laura. And the wedding–what a busy time for you!
Hope all goes well.
Moving Day
Memories
drift and gather,
a squall of cottonwood fluff
tangling
yesterday’s tale
with tomorrow.
Hi Buffy–I love the way you turned the cottonwood fluff into a metaphor.
so much death to this poem so much meaning and thought wonderful poem
Packed to Leave
Taking memory
of my walk to watch
the sun set, believing,
it also rises.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Beautiful poem