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.
Here are some pinwheels that “grow” in a lovely garden near the Houston Convention Center.
This image makes me think of several things:
- making these from a straw, a brad, and cardstock as a kid
- very windy streets in metropolitan downtowns
- Mother’s Day
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.)
26 Responses
ooooooh pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty!
Pushing through writer’s block
Pink petals push
no
petal pink playful
no
Pretty pink pinwheels play with the wind
yes
Love this writer’s process poem!!
I love how you’ve worked a writing lesson into a poem, Linda!
When Wicked Winds Blow
You take it on the chin
and spin-
I would be
that resilient and free.
Love the determination in this.
Yes, great voice in a few words
I love this, Cindy b. A fresh change from bending in the harsh winds like a willow does!
The garden of pinwheels in Houston was fascinating. I love your getaway poem. I imagine them rising like released balloons.
Cut, fold, turn
Fasten to a straw
Blow!
Aha! Directions AND a poem!
This needs to be in a classroom!
Margaret, I really like how your spare verse echoes the origami of making a paper pinwheel.
The pink pinwheel garden has brightened an already pleasant morning.
tissue paper butterflies
grace cardstock flowers
rainy day garden
indoors
You know what I really like about this, Lauren? It reflects how I feel about finding beauty and even nature everywhere. Even if it’s only metaphorical. 🙂
Beautiful picture!
Which Came First?
Is this from whence
Wind doth commence?
Or is it where
The blowing
Starts slowing?
By Donna JT Smith
Fabulous, Donna! This makes me think about the Chicken and the egg, of course, but also wind turbines and how this pinwheel shape both takes energy and creates it. Cool!
I really like the classic feel of this. The language is beautiful
Love all the entries!
Whoosh and whir!
Spinning spectacles
pursue purposeful
preordained pinwheel path
What lovely colors. Pinwheels! Mine were made with construction paper, tethered with a thumbtack into an eraser on the end of a pencil. Tongue twisters came to mind first; purple pinwheels, Peter Piper, lol:
Paper Pinwheel Posies
In pocket
adds flair
behind ear
adorns hair
in vase
on doily of lace,
Etc.!
You are filling the world with posies, Martha! Fun poem:)
Love the idea of pinwheels on the loose!
Stop. Look. Breathe.
rushing, racing, spinning
spiralling to-do lists
pansies shift to pinwheels
spiraling not spiralling…my fingers clearly need to take the poem’s advice!
Oh boy–spiraling to-do lists–I sure hear that!
Laura I hope you are doing okay
poem By Jessica Bigi
Pin Wills
spinning
twirling
swirling
sky breath candelas
circeling
looping
turnabout
clade scoping colors
giggling wings
of childhood
wishes
I love “wings of childhood wishes.” So beautiful!
PINWHEELS, a haiku
by Dianne Moritz
garden pinwheels
whirl…twirl…swirl… away
in March winds
I love the internal rhyme there, Dianne!