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.
At that chalk festival, there were a few large-scale works on boards, so I made Randy stand by one. Life imitates art:>) This image makes me think of several things:
- Eyebrows are weird things
- I love image filters–they change an image so much
- The Mirror Crack’d
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.)
PS: Though I haven’t been Commenting on poems this month, I have been reading them, loving them, and appreciating your kind comments both to me and to each other. Miss you guys!
Please note: My daughter Maddie is in town for June before heading back overseas to continue her mission work. Whee! But that means I am not on my blog much. I basically won’t be responding to poems in June, but I’ll continue sharing image prompts so that you can still play. Have fun!
23 Responses
My eye was on the moustache.…
Moustache Panache
Lobster antennae -
Butterfly’s?
Whichever it is
It’s nasal high -
Nigh on to poking
My eye!
by Donna JT Smith
Such a clever collection of words here: “lobster antennae? nasal high? (then) poking my eye!”
I love where you went with that ridiculous moustache. High/nigh/eye — what fun.
Love the mustache as antenna–and your nasal high/poke in the eye rhyme. Fun!
Donna, great comparison between butterfly and lobster and the word poke takes me back to my southern roots (which I still maintain). There is a poke in the eye and a brown paper bag was a poke!
I’m old! “Mustache” was not the correct way to spell “moustache” until after I was married! I still spell it that way! Same thing is happening with “doughnut/donut”, btw.
“Moustache is almost universal in British English while mustache predominates in American English, although the third edition of Webster (1961), which gives moustache as the principal headword spelling. Later editions of Webster’s New Collegiate Dictionary (from the 1973 eighth edition) give mustache.”
What a fun picture. Randy’s matching expression cracks me up, which doesn’t explain how I came up with a conversation gone wrong. Sorry, but I cheated with hyphens.
… I’ve Nothing More to Say
I feel your glare,
your bug-eyed-stare,
ready to pounce
on my next word.
Rest assured …
Ha ha! You noticed the eyes, too!
That face is so expressive–and the narrator of your poem caught the emotions, for sure!
Bug-eyed-stare for sure Lauren!
Good morning all. Great photo Laura, and kudos to Randy for making it so. Since we are still at the chalk festival, I continue to be stuck in photo-bombing mode.
Not During My Time
Dali here
something’s awry
photo bombing?
wrong decade
nice try!
That mustache is eye catching, Donna, but I noticed the eyes. (And I didn’t know you could spell moustache two ways!)
WINDY ON THE WAY TO WORK
Don’t have to stare,
I’m well aware.
And yes, you’re right.
My hair’s a fright!
The eyes caught my eye too. What a fun rhyme about a problem for everyone. Your third line’s my favorite, a clever transition.
I love the way you’ve set up the problem in your title, and then used your 15 words to bring it in focus!
Cute Cindy. I feel his pain!
This photo is delicious! Both faces are so expressive. And the background caught my eye.
Wonder
Three arches rise:
The rainbow wears its wonder.
Your eyebrows wonder how.
Buffy, love that you commented on the background and its rainbow of colors.
I love how softly stated your poem is, and that the colors of the background led you to a rainbow. Your second line is my favorite. I imagine a child in the third line, seeing a rainbow for the first time.
LOL. They really are surprised rising things!
Monkey see
Monkey do
eyebrows down
eyebrows up
Monkeys playtime
is never enough!
This is a fun one, Linda–reminds me of when my kids were little and they would stare in the mirror making their eyebrows bounce!
Linda, monkey see, monkey do. Perfect capture.
Poem By Jessica Bigi
Eager Elon Poe
did you say dulling
duos with eraser laches
un-scribble my swirling
Meshach
*Dali’s mustache looks like a quill without feathers, hence the poem*
HEALING BALMS
Plastic tubes of ink
are healing balms for
draining your thoughts
onto paper.
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