Photo: Laura Salas
Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines here)!
Here’s another pic from my trip to Las Vegas recently. Here are?3 things this photo makes me think of:
1)?SCUBA diving and the bubbles that float up
2)?blowing bubbles at a wedding
3) tiny fish eggs
And here’s my?first draft.
Egg
One small bubble
Life huddles within
Dream of fins, gills
Wiggle, squirm
Burst
into
stream
–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:>)??
I’m in New Orleans for IRA, chatting with teachers and teacher educators and reading specialists and having a great time, I hope! I won’t be able to respond to your poems this week, but I hope you’ll have fun writing a quick poem!
148 Responses
Oh, enjoy New Orleans, Laura! Have some beignets!
Midas
Midas
blew bubbles,
touched them
one by one.
They fell
heavily around
his daughter?s feet.
?Kate Coombs
Love this image of the Midas touch, clever.
I like the connection to Midas’ gold.
Good idea about Midas and the gold.
Wonderful connection, Kate. LOVE this!
Nice image. We all need a bit of “Midas touch” from time to time.
I can just imagine this it is a fun poem
Oh, enjoy New Orleans, Laura! Have some beignets!
Midas
Midas
blew bubbles,
touched them
one by one.
They fell
heavily around
his daughter?s feet.
?Kate Coombs
Love this image of the Midas touch, clever.
I like the connection to Midas’ gold.
Good idea about Midas and the gold.
Wonderful connection, Kate. LOVE this!
Nice image. We all need a bit of “Midas touch” from time to time.
I can just imagine this it is a fun poem
It’s been a long time since I had a coke, but a stinging, icy cold, glass bottle on a hot day, is a long-term memory…
The poem has a 16th word, but not if bottlecap is one word!
Summer Cola
Hands thrust
deep into ice.
Snap! Bottle-
cap flies.
Fizzy bubbles
filling noses.
Glug! Gulp!
Bliss.
Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
I thought, too, of soda pop in summer.
Especially pulled out of those icy tanks. Your poem took me back, Diane.
Yes, they definitely look like bubbles.
Refreshing fizz.
Excellent, Diane! I don’t drink soda any more, but man you sure make it sound appealing… it’s been in the low 90’s here all week.
Ahh, Coke. My weakness (occasionally) and the amber fizz is tempting me as I write!
what a wonderful memory this brings bake as a child the car garage across the street had a 10 cent pop machine I remember the glass bottle’s I would always get seven up some times Cherokee read or cream soda some time the owner just let me have one
It’s been a long time since I had a coke, but a stinging, icy cold, glass bottle on a hot day, is a long-term memory…
The poem has a 16th word, but not if bottlecap is one word!
Summer Cola
Hands thrust
deep into ice.
Snap! Bottle-
cap flies.
Fizzy bubbles
filling noses.
Glug! Gulp!
Bliss.
Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
I thought, too, of soda pop in summer.
Especially pulled out of those icy tanks. Your poem took me back, Diane.
Yes, they definitely look like bubbles.
Refreshing fizz.
Excellent, Diane! I don’t drink soda any more, but man you sure make it sound appealing… it’s been in the low 90’s here all week.
Ahh, Coke. My weakness (occasionally) and the amber fizz is tempting me as I write!
what a wonderful memory this brings bake as a child the car garage across the street had a 10 cent pop machine I remember the glass bottle’s I would always get seven up some times Cherokee read or cream soda some time the owner just let me have one
I’ll be in NOLA celebrating Mother’s Day with my daughters. Wish we could get together:(
You tickle my fancy
floating on air,
fizzy, frothy
bubbles
in my ice-cold pop!
Oh, you saw the bubbles, too Margaret. Nice! Happy Mother’s Day!
I see I wasn’t the only one who thought of soda bubbles (ended up writing about something else, though). I love the lightness you portray and you set the stage beautifully with “you tickle my fancy.”
I’ll be in NOLA celebrating Mother’s Day with my daughters. Wish we could get together:(
You tickle my fancy
floating on air,
fizzy, frothy
bubbles
in my ice-cold pop!
Oh, you saw the bubbles, too Margaret. Nice! Happy Mother’s Day!
I see I wasn’t the only one who thought of soda bubbles (ended up writing about something else, though). I love the lightness you portray and you set the stage beautifully with “you tickle my fancy.”
They watch me
Staring through plate glass windows
Like cells under a microscope:
Privacy denied.
Yes, the images could be cells under a microscope, or are they eyeballs looking at cells?
I was watching Nova last night and saw a shark’s eyeball dissected.
I actually saw eyeballs when I first looked the picture. But I couldn’t think of a poetic way to express “eyeballs.’
Yes,I saw eyeballs first, then thought of cells
Wow, another great image! I like the connection you make between the plate glass windows and microscope slides.
reminds me of the pic of a droop of ocean water Laura had on her web page
They watch me
Staring through plate glass windows
Like cells under a microscope:
Privacy denied.
Yes, the images could be cells under a microscope, or are they eyeballs looking at cells?
I was watching Nova last night and saw a shark’s eyeball dissected.
I actually saw eyeballs when I first looked the picture. But I couldn’t think of a poetic way to express “eyeballs.’
Yes,I saw eyeballs first, then thought of cells
Wow, another great image! I like the connection you make between the plate glass windows and microscope slides.
reminds me of the pic of a droop of ocean water Laura had on her web page
I like that idea of huddling, Laura. Have a wonderful time at IRA, wish I could be there!
I saw something different, wonder where this idea came from?
The Waiting Ends!
They appeared that morning
tiny ships ready to release their cargo.
Humans held their breath.
Linda Baie ? All Rights Reserved
Yes, your idea is different, but I like that. I love to see everyone’s take on the picture.
It’s neat if there are a lot of differences.
You have me holding my breath too, wondering what the otherworldly cargo is!
I like that idea of huddling, Laura. Have a wonderful time at IRA, wish I could be there!
I saw something different, wonder where this idea came from?
The Waiting Ends!
They appeared that morning
tiny ships ready to release their cargo.
Humans held their breath.
Linda Baie ? All Rights Reserved
Yes, your idea is different, but I like that. I love to see everyone’s take on the picture.
It’s neat if there are a lot of differences.
You have me holding my breath too, wondering what the otherworldly cargo is!
It’s an Amber World
Gem stones,
planets,
brewers’ delight;
waves of grain,
resin
shimmer in spring’s light.
Laura, what a lovely beginning to this day. Safe travels.
I love the list, streaming thoughts!
Thanks Linda.
I guess we both saw resin in these strands–your list is lovely!
Thank you. Resin colored spun glass was my first thought.
Wow! You had a lot of thoughts about the prompt.
You arranged them nicely in the list.
The song just wouldn’t let go. Thanks.
Beautiful. I love amber and you characterize it so nicely here.
Thank you. I love it also.
I like this (waves of grain,
resin)
It’s an Amber World
Gem stones,
planets,
brewers’ delight;
waves of grain,
resin
shimmer in spring’s light.
Laura, what a lovely beginning to this day. Safe travels.
I love the list, streaming thoughts!
Thanks Linda.
I guess we both saw resin in these strands–your list is lovely!
Thank you. Resin colored spun glass was my first thought.
Wow! You had a lot of thoughts about the prompt.
You arranged them nicely in the list.
The song just wouldn’t let go. Thanks.
Beautiful. I love amber and you characterize it so nicely here.
Thank you. I love it also.
I like this (waves of grain,
resin)
balloons in bronze,
rose, gold,
on silver strings–
wait to celebrate
whatever today brings
I see that you also saw balloons in the prompt.
Balloons for celebration!
What a lovely message of hope and optimism.
wonderful for this time of year with weddings and graduations and also hope runs
I like the idea of balloons too, and adding the ‘silver strings’.
balloons in bronze,
rose, gold,
on silver strings–
wait to celebrate
whatever today brings
I see that you also saw balloons in the prompt.
Balloons for celebration!
What a lovely message of hope and optimism.
wonderful for this time of year with weddings and graduations and also hope runs
I like the idea of balloons too, and adding the ‘silver strings’.
Dripping
like resin from
ancient trees,
empty baubles
glimmer,
hollowness
preserved,
void
unfilled.
Have a wonderful time in New Orleans, Laura!
Hm-m‑m. Resin from ancient trees? Jurassic Park revisited?
Noble and yet haunting. Love “dripping,” though I bet some of those “unfilled” baubles are actually filled with bugs and stuff.
love this (Dripping
like resin from
ancient trees)
I like the ‘hollowness preserved’, & now wonder if the air inside ancient resin can be tested? Hm‑m.
Dripping
like resin from
ancient trees,
empty baubles
glimmer,
hollowness
preserved,
void
unfilled.
Have a wonderful time in New Orleans, Laura!
Hm-m‑m. Resin from ancient trees? Jurassic Park revisited?
Noble and yet haunting. Love “dripping,” though I bet some of those “unfilled” baubles are actually filled with bugs and stuff.
love this (Dripping
like resin from
ancient trees)
I like the ‘hollowness preserved’, & now wonder if the air inside ancient resin can be tested? Hm‑m.
I hope you have a great time, Laura.
My thoughts on this go back to a funeral I attended of a child in my classroom.
I know this is frowned on now because of harm to birds, but at the time it was accepted.
In Memory
Golden balloons rise,
release pain,
hold notes of hope
and prayers.
You paint a stunning image in my mind.
Thanks for your comment, Michelle.
this is powerful so deep
that must of bee tearble
I give out an art award at a school each year and three years ago it went to a student that had died a month before it was to given out that was so herbals and so sad
Thanks, Jessica. Yes, it was a terrible tragedy. A first grader — fast growing brain tumor. Diagnosed in November, gone by spring.
my mom is going through cancer right now things aren’t good I couldn’t
and don’t understand way children have to go through such herbal things
my student was hit by a train it was so sad and I cried a lot about it they gave the award to his family
Jessica, I’m sorry about your mom. Cancer is a horrible disease no matter what a person’s age.
That certainly must have been a shock to have a student hit by a train.
How awful!
Were they imaginary notes, or real, Pat? How wonderful to think about, & I understand about the balloons, but doing this must have helped. I recently attended a child’s funeral & they released doves. I love the idea of the power of “doing” something.
They were imaginary notes, Linda. Imaginary because of poet’s liberty. They were released with thoughts and prayers following her funeral. Notes sounded better in my poem.
The funeral was attended by family and friends and only a few fellow classmates. She was a first grader, and had only been in school until November. Following her diagnosis, she was quite ill and did not come back to school. So the class was not affected that much, but her teachers were.
I hope you have a great time, Laura.
My thoughts on this go back to a funeral I attended of a child in my classroom.
I know this is frowned on now because of harm to birds, but at the time it was accepted.
In Memory
Golden balloons rise,
release pain,
hold notes of hope
and prayers.
You paint a stunning image in my mind.
Thanks for your comment, Michelle.
this is powerful so deep
that must of bee tearble
I give out an art award at a school each year and three years ago it went to a student that had died a month before it was to given out that was so herbals and so sad
Thanks, Jessica. Yes, it was a terrible tragedy. A first grader — fast growing brain tumor. Diagnosed in November, gone by spring.
my mom is going through cancer right now things aren’t good I couldn’t
and don’t understand way children have to go through such herbal things
my student was hit by a train it was so sad and I cried a lot about it they gave the award to his family
Jessica, I’m sorry about your mom. Cancer is a horrible disease no matter what a person’s age.
That certainly must have been a shock to have a student hit by a train.
How awful!
Were they imaginary notes, or real, Pat? How wonderful to think about, & I understand about the balloons, but doing this must have helped. I recently attended a child’s funeral & they released doves. I love the idea of the power of “doing” something.
They were imaginary notes, Linda. Imaginary because of poet’s liberty. They were released with thoughts and prayers following her funeral. Notes sounded better in my poem.
The funeral was attended by family and friends and only a few fellow classmates. She was a first grader, and had only been in school until November. Following her diagnosis, she was quite ill and did not come back to school. So the class was not affected that much, but her teachers were.
Laura, I love the image of life bursting from tiny eggs into the stream!
Summer Night
we dance
by the light of fireflies
swollen in the haze
? 2014 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
Blown Glass
Earth
sun
Moon
Ocean stars
Calls of life
Carbine bubbles
Air floating
though water
S P A C E
.poem by Jessica Bigi
I love this
I love the phrase “fireflies swollen in the haze.”
Nice image.
Oops, Michelle, my comment on your poem went under Jessica’s.
I love this and it is about summer!
I love how this calls out summer nights
What an imagination, Michelle. They could be golden, swollen fireflies!
Laura, I love the image of life bursting from tiny eggs into the stream!
Summer Night
we dance
by the light of fireflies
swollen in the haze
? 2014 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
Blown Glass
Earth
sun
Moon
Ocean stars
Calls of life
Carbine bubbles
Air floating
though water
S P A C E
.poem by Jessica Bigi
I love this
I love the phrase “fireflies swollen in the haze.”
Nice image.
Oops, Michelle, my comment on your poem went under Jessica’s.
I love this and it is about summer!
I love how this calls out summer nights
What an imagination, Michelle. They could be golden, swollen fireflies!
Blown glass
Earth
sun
Moon
Ocean stars
Calls of life
Carbine bubbles
Air floating
though water
S P A C E
.
Jessica, I like your idea of “blown glass.”
A magical description of blown glass!
The Carbine bubbles is most interesting.
Ops to be carbonnated
Blown glass
Earth
sun
Moon
Ocean stars
Calls of life
Carbine bubbles
Air floating
though water
S P A C E
.
Jessica, I like your idea of “blown glass.”
A magical description of blown glass!
The Carbine bubbles is most interesting.
Ops to be carbonnated
When darkness comes
The bubbles will glow
Before our eyes
A spectacular show
Magnificent!
Anne McKenna
Glowing bubbles! Now there’s a show!
Nice image.
When darkness comes
The bubbles will glow
Before our eyes
A spectacular show
Magnificent!
Anne McKenna
Glowing bubbles! Now there’s a show!
Nice image.
I love this picture. Can you imagine who ia in charge of keeping it clean? In fact, I can see a whole comedy routine with a clumsy guy trying to clean them without breaking the globes and not wanting someone to see that he’s broken on off its wire.
DO YOU BELIEVE?
Gypsy
crystal
balls
dance
on the
walls
Each one
a dream.
Believe.
Iove your poem and story i can see a mime acting out what you sad but he would also be shard of high places and the ladder would keep moving
I love this picture. Can you imagine who ia in charge of keeping it clean? In fact, I can see a whole comedy routine with a clumsy guy trying to clean them without breaking the globes and not wanting someone to see that he’s broken on off its wire.
DO YOU BELIEVE?
Gypsy
crystal
balls
dance
on the
walls
Each one
a dream.
Believe.
Iove your poem and story i can see a mime acting out what you sad but he would also be shard of high places and the ladder would keep moving
Mother’s tears
Her laughter a
Million chyming crystals
Bright sunshine smiles
Voice full of pray
I love her my tears fall
Mother’s tears
Her laughter a
Million chyming crystals
Bright sunshine smiles
Voice full of pray
I love her my tears fall
NATURE?S BAPTISM
Beads of rain baptize
My steamed disposition ?
First smile since Momma?s passing.
© Charles Waters 2014 all rights reserved.
NATURE?S BAPTISM
Beads of rain baptize
My steamed disposition ?
First smile since Momma?s passing.
© Charles Waters 2014 all rights reserved.