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.
I really have a thing for airport art. Here’s a close-up of a piece of a mosaic:
This image makes me think of several things:
- a beautiful model city made of mosaic tiles
- paint by number of a classic piece of art (that could be fun–to see what it feels like to paint The Last Supper or something)
- the “mosaic” mirror frame I made from paint chips–one of my more successful craft projects:>)
And here’s my first draft–a haiku this week.
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count.)
I am out of town today/tonight doing a library visit, so I will likely not be able to comment. I hope you enjoy writing, though!
40 Responses
Sweeeeeeeet! The sky is a big couch pillow with puffy soft buttons. I can see it! I think I will always see airport art with a thought of 15-words-or-less. Love how you catch a piece “on the fly” (bu dum dum).
I have two ditties this morning.
1.
Step on a crack
break mother’s back
sweep a cracked wall
save her from the fall
2.
Mutiple
Odd-lotable
Sensational
Art-i-ful
Incredible
Colorful
Yay for two-for-ones, Linda! I really like your acrostic and your word creativity within it! Fun!
Love the resolution to stepping on a crack. Your ‑ble words in the acrostic set a nice rhythm.
Linda, such a fun way to begin this day. Love the playfulness.
Linda such fun! Loved the acrostic, especially odd-lotable!
Linda I like your two ditties, but I think you have three here, one in your first comment line,
“The sky is a
big couch pillow with
puffy soft buttons.”
Clever acrostic and I agree with Michelle — love the couch pillow with puffy soft buttons.
Laura, this mosaic is fabulous and I love the buttoned sky in your poem! Here’s my effort:
In a mosaic
each piece matters
variety is key
to creating
a dazzling whole
Each piece matters, akin to each brush stroke on a canvas. So true, one piece affects the whole.
spot on. What a great poem to illustrate this photo
TEENAGERS
Eat a lot
throughout the day.
Paper plates
left on display.
Always open:
Mom’s cafe.
This is so true when you have teenagers around, always eating. We called it “grazing.”
What a pleasant perspective! Mom’s cafe…open 24 hours right?
Preach! I have three teens in my house right now.
I agree with Linda. There will always be a connection between you, Laura, and airport art. Such a vivid, realistic picture seen from the window seat flying westward.
The Window Seat
Newly designed wing
offers
gradations of color
shade
sunlight
on nature’s beauty below.
“nature’s beauty below” in “gradations of color/shade/sunlight” is exactly why I always like to get a window seat.
I love this perspective of the window seat, and “nature’s beauty below”. Very nice.
Oh, this is such a perfect connection to the feeling of being in the plane and looking out over the land. A+ for this poem.
This image made me think of a cozy old quilt on a much colder day than mid-summer. Love those button clouds, Laura.
snuggled beneath
white button clouds
above colorful quilted
farmland threaded with
blue tiled ponds
Love threaded with blue tiled ponds. You helped me look closer at the image.
I love “colorful quilted farmland”- that’s just what it looks like!
Lauren, I have a “crazy quilt” that my grandmother made that looks exactly as you described. Waste not, want not was her motto and believe it or not the quilt is made from scraps of double knits, both sides. Needed no batting! H E A V Y best describes it but I love it.
Lauren what a comforting comparison, because isn’t a quilt a wonderful mosaic.
I want to cuddle up in that comforter
Cindy, I like that you saw the residuals left for mom. I saw the vignette of leftovers from a picnic table, especially a slice of bread and paper plates.
I was in the Dallas airport recently and on the look out for cool art, but didn’t see any. While in flight, I wrote down this wisdom:
Airsick
Flying through the clouds,
the ride is roughest,
choppy waters
swirling, longing
for blue sky.
Turbulence like choppy waters — very nice.
Getting to that cool, drink of water that settles the stomach. I feel that when I read this.
The only time I drink ginger ale is on the airplane.
Margaret I’m not the calmest flier, so those “choppy waters” went right to my stomach. Great poem!
Laura I too am now always on the lookout for airport art thanks to you. JFK has these wonderful hot air balloons hanging from the ceiling on the long walk inside the airport. I love this mosaic you presented and your Haiku is just lovely.
Hammock Dreams
Button cogs
accelerate clouds travels.
Zephyr behind, voyage fore.
I lay blissful
in my imagination.
Your poem gave me goose bumps. All of a sudden I was a little girl laying in my grandparents’ hammock wondering what the grown ups would plan for fun that day with nothing more pressing to do than watch the clouds through the tree branches. Thanks for the memory. Love Zephyr behind, voyage fore.
Fun haiku Laura, that carries us away in the sky! Hope your library visit goes well.
Here’s another haiku
clouds calm
as sidewalks sizzle
and heat up …
I can feel the heat. Where’s that cooling breeze?
I saw an alien face in that floating, mosaic cloud. And yes, farm fields below. Love that you notice and photograph the artwork that most people (probably including me) hurry by.
Summer Questions
What do you see
in clouds above?
alien spaceship?
elephant?
dove?
What a simple question and delightful rhyme. Love this.
safe travels have a wonderful time
poem By Jessica Bigi
Earths lands
giant jigsaw puzzle’s
put together
by our ancestors
The Earth’s Lands
giant jigsaw puzzles
put to gather by our ancestors
poem By Jessica Bigi
Earth lands
giant jigsaw puzzles
put to gather by our ancestors
poem by Jessica Bigi
Earth’s lands
giant jigsaw puzzles
pot to gather by our ancestors