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.
Last week’s photo, if you’re curious, was a filtered close-up shot of some bath salts my daughter Maddie gave me. They smell soooo good, and they have dried herbals in them, which are the specks. (These Thistle Farms Love Heals products are made by women survivors of trafficking, prostitution, and addiction. I have a lip smoothie and the bath salts and love them both!)
If you’re a regular blog visitor (thank you!), then you probably know I have quite the sweet tooth. A good frosted sugar cookie is one of the finer pleasures in life–I usually pick ones that are mostly white, because I don’t like the taste of the food dye. So this dapper little penguin was just right–and delicious!
This image makes me think of several things:
- eggs
- Tango
- spider rain (look it up if you don’t know what I’m referring to–shudder!)
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.)
30 Responses
Nice, Laura! You had me at lemon curd–which means I’m thinking about that instead of your cute lil penguin.
Upon Secretly Making Lemon Curd When Lemon-Loving Child Is Not Home
delectable
delicious
so luscious
so divine
luxuriously scrumptious
so sweet
so tart
so mine
mine too! mine too!
I guess I’ll share. Grudgingly, with the tiniest of spoons!
Yum! Nothing like hiding sweets from our children to add to their deliciousness 😉
Bwahahaha! I won’t tell a soul!
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, sugar cookie. Winter on my lips. Such a tasty sounding poem.
I saw a penguin in traction. lol!
Poor Penguin–Occupational Hazard, I guess.
Slipped on shelf ice
twice
traction the price
for another day
in South Pole
paradise
Funny, Linda!
Oh, dear! Poor penguin–but this is so clever. Love the “twice” on its own line.
Oh, dear, I’ve gone totally dark here.
In Antarctica…
Tens of thousands
of Adelie chicks
starve and perish
while we enjoy
our frosted cookies
It’s so true. And the whole struggle of life here in an affluent country, I think. How to hold two such disparate truths in our hearts and not sink into deep depression. (Especially if you make those chicks human children.) How to take action and not be consumed. How to make the world better but still savor your own life. Oi.
Oi, is right!
Laura, I love your poem with those shimmers and sparkles. I’m trying to enjoy the sweetness of winter right now, but it’s gone a bit sour! lol
Thanks, Molly. Mostly, I love winter–until I have to drive on bad roads. :>(
Good morning. There is just something about a penguin! Too cute. Happy you didn’t go with spider rain! lol
e‑Vite
tux yes
black tie no
party casual
wish to show
latest portrait
without snow
“almost”
Ha! Makes me wonder what a penguin party would look like.
love!
Thank you Linda.
The penguin has such pleading eyes.
Thank you
for my scarf of blue.
Now can I get
mittens to match?
Yes, you may! Penguins are so dang cute. I love this one asking for mittens–who could say no?
He looks scared to me- afraid he’ll be eaten? Or.…
GLACIER TUBING
Decide to ride.
Slow glide,
faster slide.
Get wide-eyed-
terrified!
petrified!
Splash!
One and done.
Great rhyming!
Love the escalating emotions here!
perfect! Yes, it’s a tube. I was thinking life-preserver.
poem By Jessica Bigi
Chatty penguin
unusual day
hadn’t time to chat
rolling behind him
a giant snow ball
balminess-snowman too
This made me think of the scene in INdiana Jones with the giant boulder rolling behind him! Now I’m picturing the penguin as Indy, with the hat and all!
Shards of cold
Pierce your coat
Stale ice
warmed only
by the butter
of sunshine
I love the movement from cold to warm here, Amelia.
Life of the Cookie Birds
Penguins waddle on frosted feet,
they slide down icing hills
then swim through syrup seas.
Oh, I’m picturing a huge winter display at a bakery. Love!
poem By Jessica Bigi
Chatty penguin
unusual day
hadn’t time to chat
rolling behind him
a giant snow ball
abominable-snowman too