Photo: Laura Salas
Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines here)!
One last pic from Vegas! Here are?3 things this photo makes me think of:
1)?the evil trees in various tales, like Wizard of Oz
2)?bonsai trees
3) blown glass–I love individual pieces, but when I go in a tourist store full of blown glass, I get overwhelmed by it and feel an urge to hear the shattering of glass
And here’s my?first draft, which has nothing to do with ANY of my above 3 ideas.
Coat Tree
Take your clothes
off
me!
I’m slipping splinters
into your coat.
Watch your
hands later…
–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 just getting home from?IRA in New Orleans–delayed flight and very late arrival.?Drooly, panicked dog to pick up this morning, a million emails to reply to, and a library presentation tonight to prepare for…ack!?I won’t be able to make comments this week, but please add your poem if you’d like to share!?
88 Responses
Hesperides Golden Apples
Twisted wickedly
Thorns bursting from this tree
guarding for eternity
These are all for me!!!
This made me think about the greek myth about the golden apples with the dragon guarding them… don’t know why. Very cool picture!
Love the line “twisted wickedly.” Makes me think of Wizard of Oz and the apple lobbing tree.
Amelia, I like the idea of thorns in a positive role as protector.
I like your thorns idea.
Hesperides Golden Apples
Twisted wickedly
Thorns bursting from this tree
guarding for eternity
These are all for me!!!
This made me think about the greek myth about the golden apples with the dragon guarding them… don’t know why. Very cool picture!
Love the line “twisted wickedly.” Makes me think of Wizard of Oz and the apple lobbing tree.
Amelia, I like the idea of thorns in a positive role as protector.
I like your thorns idea.
This morning as I ponder this image, birds are calling and the sun is rising, so I’m writing from where I sit.
Birds call
across the morning,
Full moon hides
in a cloud,
The bare branch
waits.
–Margaret Simon
I like how you talked of the begging of your day
A wonderful visual. The full moon has been awesome and the bird calls more pronounced.
You painted a beautiful picture.
This morning as I ponder this image, birds are calling and the sun is rising, so I’m writing from where I sit.
Birds call
across the morning,
Full moon hides
in a cloud,
The bare branch
waits.
–Margaret Simon
I like how you talked of the begging of your day
A wonderful visual. The full moon has been awesome and the bird calls more pronounced.
You painted a beautiful picture.
Sun-ray fingers
Black ink
Cool dust
Petrified branches
Panted across
Rain-droop puddles
By Jessica Bigi
I like the idea of “black ink” branches across those rain drop puddles.
pat do think I should leave out some of the other things
Maybe I should say instead (sun-ray brushes)
Sun-ray fingers
Black ink
Cool dust
Petrified branches
Panted across
Rain-droop puddles
By Jessica Bigi
I like the idea of “black ink” branches across those rain drop puddles.
pat do think I should leave out some of the other things
Maybe I should say instead (sun-ray brushes)
Winter Residue — Spring Makeover
Her ebony branches
washed clean
await green
ruffles and flourishes
shouting, “I’m alive.”
I liked the view of the amber glass once more; yet, at the same time, the contrast with the tree is compelling. We’ll miss your comments.
I like your first two lines
Yes, that tree will be beautiful again.
Nice job.
Winter Residue — Spring Makeover
Her ebony branches
washed clean
await green
ruffles and flourishes
shouting, “I’m alive.”
I liked the view of the amber glass once more; yet, at the same time, the contrast with the tree is compelling. We’ll miss your comments.
I like your first two lines
Yes, that tree will be beautiful again.
Nice job.
MALL TREE
Where
is
air?
Bird’s song?
Sun’s heat?
Imprisoned,
rooted
with-
in
concrete.
Andria W. Rosenbaum/ all right reserved
The last part of your poem makes think how amazing it is that trees can grow on rocky hills and mountain sides I live around both
I like your idea. A mall tree, rooted in concrete, missing all the good things other trees have. Nicely done.
Very clever, a mall tree. Where is the air? The tree is crying to be set free.
I really like this, Andria!
MALL TREE
Where
is
air?
Bird’s song?
Sun’s heat?
Imprisoned,
rooted
with-
in
concrete.
Andria W. Rosenbaum/ all right reserved
The last part of your poem makes think how amazing it is that trees can grow on rocky hills and mountain sides I live around both
I like your idea. A mall tree, rooted in concrete, missing all the good things other trees have. Nicely done.
Very clever, a mall tree. Where is the air? The tree is crying to be set free.
I really like this, Andria!
Love the vengeful clothes tree, Laura!
The Dead Tree
Its outside
burnished
by mighty
elements,
now stands
helpless
against
the tyranny
of the small.
Diane Mayr, all rights reserved
Makes me think of the fallen trees not far from me the ones root looks like orange yellow flamming flower almost like a painting
I like your phrase, “burnished by mighty elements.”
Love the vengeful clothes tree, Laura!
The Dead Tree
Its outside
burnished
by mighty
elements,
now stands
helpless
against
the tyranny
of the small.
Diane Mayr, all rights reserved
Makes me think of the fallen trees not far from me the ones root looks like orange yellow flamming flower almost like a painting
I like your phrase, “burnished by mighty elements.”
Martha, yours is so cheerful! I had the opposite reaction.
Tree
The glass tree
never grows.
It lost leaves
it never had.
Tree black
as sorrow.
?Kate Coombs
This is inersting like the last 4lines
I like this and the mood it brings. Poor glass tree, losing leaves it never had.
Terrific idea.
Martha, yours is so cheerful! I had the opposite reaction.
Tree
The glass tree
never grows.
It lost leaves
it never had.
Tree black
as sorrow.
?Kate Coombs
This is inersting like the last 4lines
I like this and the mood it brings. Poor glass tree, losing leaves it never had.
Terrific idea.
Elegy
“Why black?” you ask.
My ancestors are gray ash?
born of carelessness
So, I mourn.
~Penny Parker Klostermann
Love the line
Love the 2 line
Yes. Gray ash, as ingredient in glass, causing such a black color — color of sorrow.
Nicely expressed.
It also made me think of ash trees!
Elegy
“Why black?” you ask.
My ancestors are gray ash?
born of carelessness
So, I mourn.
~Penny Parker Klostermann
Love the line
Love the 2 line
Yes. Gray ash, as ingredient in glass, causing such a black color — color of sorrow.
Nicely expressed.
It also made me think of ash trees!
Yes, Laura, I can see that those branches look like coat hooks.
Bare Naked
Lush with summery greenery,
colorful in fall,
now my twisted branches
are exposed to all.
Yes, Laura, I can see that those branches look like coat hooks.
Bare Naked
Lush with summery greenery,
colorful in fall,
now my twisted branches
are exposed to all.
Morning rush.
Mom grabs the brush.
We scream and shout
those tangles out!
Cindy, I love this! Reminds me of my granddaughters and their long hair.
Also I like your rhythm and rhyme. Perfect!
Morning rush.
Mom grabs the brush.
We scream and shout
those tangles out!
Cindy, I love this! Reminds me of my granddaughters and their long hair.
Also I like your rhythm and rhyme. Perfect!
Glass ants slip
and slide on
glass trees–
search for sap,
find only sand.
This is wonderful I could see this a short clip before
A cartoon move 🙂
What a cool idea!
Glass ants slip
and slide on
glass trees–
search for sap,
find only sand.
This is wonderful I could see this a short clip before
A cartoon move 🙂
What a cool idea!
A Bad Day
Busy ant
Ambles, scrambles
clambers onto
branches brambled
stumbles, fumbles
rumble-tumbles
fossilized in
golden amber.
~~Barbara J. Turner
I like the last 2 lines and the sound of the stumbling tumbling it is very difrent
Way to use assonance, rhyme, and internal rhyme! And “fossilized” becomes an extra-great word to sound in between all those other more similar-sounding words. Plus it’s just a nice little mini-tragedy.
A Bad Day
Busy ant
Ambles, scrambles
clambers onto
branches brambled
stumbles, fumbles
rumble-tumbles
fossilized in
golden amber.
~~Barbara J. Turner
I like the last 2 lines and the sound of the stumbling tumbling it is very difrent
Way to use assonance, rhyme, and internal rhyme! And “fossilized” becomes an extra-great word to sound in between all those other more similar-sounding words. Plus it’s just a nice little mini-tragedy.
Guardian of the Forest
Raising it’s branch
to it’s head,
the blackened tree sighed.
And why are you here?
Guardian of the Forest
Raising it’s branch
to it’s head,
the blackened tree sighed.
And why are you here?
Laura,
Just finally had a chance to read the post, before I head to bed…here’s what I quickly came up with:
REBIRTH
Forest fire tree
sooty, burned and black.
but soon will proudly be
slowly sprouting back.
- ? 2014, Matt Forrest Esenwine
Laura,
Just finally had a chance to read the post, before I head to bed…here’s what I quickly came up with:
REBIRTH
Forest fire tree
sooty, burned and black.
but soon will proudly be
slowly sprouting back.
- ? 2014, Matt Forrest Esenwine
Black blood
Running through
my veins
Blue is my heart
Beating strongly
through all adversity
Anne McKenna
Black blood
Running through
my veins
Blue is my heart
Beating strongly
through all adversity
Anne McKenna
TREE STORY
From seeds to sapling
To chipped, faded glory,
I?m still standing tall ?
That?s my story.
© Charles Waters 2014 all rights reserved.
TREE STORY
From seeds to sapling
To chipped, faded glory,
I?m still standing tall ?
That?s my story.
© Charles Waters 2014 all rights reserved.