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.
Another pic from our trip to Cyprus. This is from some kind of sculpture or monument, and I think it was in Nicosia, the divided capital city. Going through passport checkpoints with armed guards and a very tense atmosphere was new to me. I don’t know what these words say, and it looks like the writing is in Greek (language of the southern part of Cyprus), not Turkish (language of the Turkish-occupied northern part of Cyprus).
This image makes me think of several things:
- the many barriers between groups of people
- old-school typesetting machines
- how many things come and go in circles
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.)
Note: I’m away from my laptop today, but I will try to Comment or at least Like your poem to let you know I’ve read it!