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.
Iceland got a huge snowfall just before we arrived, so we saw lots of things buried in snow. Mostly cars. This image makes me think of several things:
- a flood
- riding bikes in winter–that wind!
- a bicycle on snow shoes
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.)
38 Responses
Buried deep
Encased in darkness
Fossilized for the future
T‑Rex? ‑no,
Bicycle.
What a disappointment for the archaeologists!
I’m with Cindyb!! Around here, though, there are probably some buried away.….at least it is all melted now. Nice poem, Amelia.Praying for no more snow.
Hehe–fun archaeological take on this pic!
I love the last two lines this is so cleaver love it
Laura, your verse is perfect. Love it. I saw birds in this picture; the seat became a toucan and there are two pelicans waddling out of a small cave in back of the front wheel. I’m going with a memory of a nephew trying to impress a young lady with his prowess..
Every Boy’s Fantasy
That bike can’t move
that’s just grand
time for me to premier
my perfect handstand!
Hahaha–love this. And that you saw a toucan–yes! You have a fun way of looking at pics, Martha.
This picture brought back memories. As a child up north, this seemed normal. Not so in the south.
Pedaling through snow
for swim practice.
At least the pool
is indoors.
And maybe you could imagine you were someplace warm- until practice was over…
I grew up on Long Island where the weather is definitely milder than here where I have lived upstate and now in the snowbelt of NY. Brrr.….it’s walking that is tough around these parts almost all winter long. LONGING for spring and I think it is almost here. I visit family on Long Island and near Princeton, NJ. I saw flowers, yellow bits on my mother’s forsythia and crocuses in pinks and purple. A sight for snow-deprived eyes, though I do like the snow much of the time. You have to get used to it or move.…
Oi. I never see bike riders in the suburbs in the winter. Except the occasional person who appears to be biking to work out of necessity and not enjoying it. I always feel bad for them. Love this image of you biking through snow–hope the pool was heated!
Blank Page Blues in White
Pen
is frozen.
Nose
is cold.
Brain’s
on freeze.
Bike
is sold.
Write anyway,
poet.
Missed too many weeks…good excuses but not good enough. Plan is to go back and write for myself and post, no comments expected. Miss this when I can’t do it: sub calls in early morning, traveling and can’t compose in car with chatty hubby etc.
Make the keyboard clatter while teeth chatter!
I LOVE this command to writers, Janet. Great to see you:>)
Thanks, Laura. This one came out like a breeze!!! I love when poems write themselves and then we can play. I also had fun with my title at the end. I can see this on the picture like you are doing.
Or some similar type picture. Great to be here as always.
I played with mine a bit more. Felt it could not stand alone, but would look good on your photo perhaps. Here’s my newer version:
Blank Page Blues, in White
Bike
Is frozen.
Nose
Is cold
Brain’s
on freeze
Pen’s
been sold.
Write anyway,
poet!
Janet, this is perfect! I love the blend of writing and the bike’s inactivity.
Ha! I liked your poem, Laura.
I thought the snow looked like water, and thus:
TRAVEL TROUBLES
I’m biking!
I’m boating!
I’m pedaling, floating.
I wish the weather
would get it together.
Since we had temps in 70s on Saturday and then snow on Monday, I think lots of Minnesotans were thinking your last 2 lines!
Thanks for this creative morning challenge. Here’s my 14-word poetic contribution.
SNOW DAY
Snow to my knees.
Breeze makes me freeze.
School shut today.
Can’t bike anyway.
Welcome, Leslie–great to see a new face/writer:>) Love that image of your first line. Brrr!
I love that the snow in your photo looks like whipped cream! If I was not married to a bicycle nut, I would have written about that (maybe later…)
Bicycle Man
He rides in sun, fog, and snow
my cycle-obsessed, pedaling beau.
What a fun rhyme. Now I wonder if you ride too.
poem by Jessica Bigi
Funny Weather
I’ve heard of
Icicles
popsicles
but never of
bike sickles
does this mean
no school
Bike sickle is so clever, Jessica. This is one of my favorite poems of your.
Thank You Lauren
Ha! Love this one. Great wordplay!
Fantastic imagination here!
Such clever poems today. I can’t compete. But then, this isn’t supposed to be about competition, is it? So I’ll toss this one in anyway. Love the photo, Laura. And all the poems.
Kids’ Sculpting Clay
Snow can make a tidal wave,
a mountain, or a bright white cave.
Yvonne, I felt so sad at your second sentence, so I was thrilled to read the rest of your comment. It’s hard sharing publicly when we don’t think our poems measure up, and I have those days, too! So glad you participated anyway! And I really like what you captured here, the connection between snow and imagination. Lovely!
Thank you.
I think your poem is terrific, Yvonne. The title, “kids’ sculpting clay”…how perfect! And so much kids can do with it and in it. Love.
Thank you.
Driving through several states on spring break keeps me from tip-top writing shape. Kids are waiting to go to the POOL! I can squeak out a desperate word play at the end of the day.
If wishes
were horses
we’d all ride.
But,
snow covered wheels
surely make
us cry.
Hehe–good for you for making (not finding, but choosing to make) the time to write a quick poem! Love the allusion to the old cumulative tale/poem. Have a great trip!
This Florida sunshine bird is all giggles about your poem.
My attempt:
Frozen Tide
Hot tea inside
Glow time
Slow time
No ride
Love that glow time/slow time–lovely, Jan!
Chuckle. Chuckle. Love it.