Welcome to 15 Words or Less Poems Day! Are you ready to wake up your poetry brains with our weekly exercise (guidelines here)?
Well, I’m kind of annoyed that there’s a person in my picture! The lens didn’t click fast enough, I guess. Oh well. When I visited Wealthy Elementary School last month in Michigan, I flew home via Chicago, and this is what it looked like as I landed.
This image makes me think of:
- all the synapses and pathways and connections in our brain
- a giant circuit board inside a giant computer
- a pilot trying to figure out where to land a “connection” to access info or memory
And, here’s my first draft. I wish I had put an extra blank line before the last line. Oh, well.
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count)
24 Responses
I can’t tell you how many times my brain cannot find a name. More and more this is a problem. I get so annoyed that the problem gets worse. If I see you and don’t know your name, forgive me because I really love you anyway.
I feel your pain Margaret. Smiling with you, not at you! 😉
Oh, Margaret. I want to have your last sentence put on a t‑shirt to wear at conferences. I seriously might do that. :>)
I’m taking a brake form writing today but I love this pic Laura I love your first line
Thanks, Jessica:>) I enjoyed your poem on Michelle’s blog. Hadn’t been there in a while, dropped in to catch up, and there you were!
Ha. I was trying to think of an ordinary word yesterday and couldn’t come up with it till this morning. Feeling elderly. (It was laminate.)
I thought
we were going to Duluth.
What is this bright city,
alien and golden?
—Kate Coombs
So true Kate. It’s amazing the way even the mundane becomes transfixed from a different perspective.
Hehe. Thank you for sharing, Kate. I love how the first two lines are straightforward/mundane. And then the last two lines plop me down into a wonderful, sort-of fantasy setting.
Good morning Laura. I really identify with your pathways to the brain. My pathways are interrupted almost daily. I’m thankful that they still reconnect sometime during the day, or the middle of the night!
Grids of Life
City bustles
alive
vibrant.
March storms
silence
darken.
Grids reconnect
alive
vibrant.
Life’s magic!
l
This is such a vital poem, Martha–it’s like it’s bristling with energy!
Perhaps sometimes there is a short in the circuit or some other glitch. We meet so many people that names are sometimes difficult to recall.
Grid
The most massive display of light
Is darkened by the break of
One tiny wire.
So true. I never cease to be amazed by the power of the tiniest of anything within the universe.
Love this, Marian–our technology (and life itself)…so powerful, but so fragile.
HER DAY IS MADE
Neurons clicking, I’m lit up!
Mom poured cola in my cup!
I love that Cindy. I can see “her” lit up all day! Funny and cute, and what a rhyme.
Sugar russssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Sweet;>)
Distant stars pale
bewitched by the thrall and glare
of city light
For sure Buffy. I enjoy living just far enough from the city to prevent that. We don’t even have street lights. I’m still a city girl though.
Love the opposing feel of thrall and glare:>)
Wander into
The golden wilderness
Explore life
Opening up
Endless opportunities
For a greater tomorrow
- Anne McKenna
(Follow the yellow brick road)
Couldn’t resist that !
A million
flams of hope
ignite pathway
of lifetime
successes
as we lesson
to malady’s
of dreams
poem By Jessica Bigi
A million
flams of hope
ignite pathway
of lifetime
successes
as we lesson
to melodies
dreaming
poem By Jessica Bigi
Lovely flames of hope, Jessica!