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.
This pink underwing moth (I think?) lay dead on our front porch a couple of weeks ago :>(
This image makes me think of several things:
- wearing my bathing suit under my clothes on days I was going to the beach or pool after school
- the Northern Lights
- kabuki theater
And here’s my first draft, inspired by stories my dad has told in recent years about his career as a NASA engineer (and before NASA, working on projects for the military).
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS — that is the only rule! (Title doesn’t count toward word count.)
15 Responses
Yes, this is one of many underwing moths that are flitting around out there. You might think they’re plain, but they surprise you with a bit of drama.
Hope For a Neighbor
She was grim,
without a smile,
but once she pet
my cat a while.
Ah, the great “pet the dog” moment they talk about in screenplay writing, where the villain shows his or her kind side by being nice to a pet or child or something. I like the kid voice here…kind of blase, but also recognizing that someone who pets a cat can’t be all bad!
Using the #inktober word for today, pattern
Wings of lace
Pattern of grace
Eyes on space
So elegant, Margaret!
Love “Grandpa’s younger eyes.” As great-grandparents, my husband and I often think of how our little ones would react to events in our past. I suppose my older eyes prompted my verse! lol
Summer Days of Yore
The folded fan
unfurls
swishes to and fro
cools the genteel lady
as she “glistens.”
Hahaha–that does capture a certain southern charm! I’m glistening on a stationary bike right now, and I could use a fan!
poem By Jessica Bigi
Fall
Moon ‑burst wings flutter
lamp-glow windows
October
Oh, I love this, Jessica!
Fall Haiku
by Dianne Moritz
autumn afternoons
riding my bike to the park
happy, safe, free.…
The implied contrast to today makes me kind of sad. But it also brought back lovely memories for me of my own childhood!
Love the last two lines of yours, Laura.
Moth’s Final Flight
A flick of pink
a tumbled
stall
battered wings
broken
f
a
l
l
Buffy, this is masterful. And heartbreaking. I adore it!
Decided to use all I saw and make a haiku of sorts…
A Moth is Like a:
pink fan unfolding
first act curtain opening
peek-a-boo baby
by Donna JT Smith©2019
What a wonderful and beautiful variety of similes here, Donna!
Love everyons take on todays promt