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 love board games, and there’s a dice game we play with family (can’t remember the name of the game) that has loads of different kinds of dice. I love this clear die with a tiny colored die inside it.
This image makes me think of several things:
- how tiny things are inside of big packaging lately
- what people would look like if our skin was transparent
- luck–both good and bad
And here’s my first draft. I was thinking of all the idioms related to playing cards and games and dice. I was also thinking of a Rush song, besides the one I titled this post with. It’s called The Larger Bowl, and the lyrics are poetry, too: https://www.rush.com/songs/the-larger-bowl/ That sent me down this path:
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count.)
15 Responses
oh, that ace.…I think I dropped mine. I might need another! lol
Here’s a skinny
Grandma Plays Yahtzee
Five
Yahtzee
dice
clatter
spill
YAHTZEE!
Grandma
rolls
again
Yahtzee
Grandma’s favorite game
The Roll
Two plastic
numerically-dotted cubes
tossed with purposeful panache
make
or break
hopes,
dreams,
fears.
So true. I like how you start out concrete, then expand to the abstract.
Laura, I love your poem. Each line is perfect.
No Cover-up
She had a smile
but I could see
deep inside
her misery.
Oh, lovely, Cindy. Sometimes when I see this, it’s so hard to know what to respond to, the face someone is trying to put on or what they’re really feeling. In public, I usually go along with what they are trying to project, though I’m sure that’s not always the right thing to do. But when you’re trying to hold it together, one insightful, sympathetic client can blow my composure to bits…
Amen, Laura, to both your verse and the tiny things in large packaging. My grandmother loved quotes and passed that love onto me. My verse contains words from one of her favorites; grandma was born in 1892, credit to this poet born in 1893 (Dorothy Parker).
Grandma Speak
Transparency we seek
not in ourselves alone;
beauty, skin deep
ugly, through to the bone,
Ooh, that is cutting. And true. Hail to Parker and your grandma–and you!
Choices
Walk
Or fly
Laugh
Or cry
It’s more
Than just
The roll
of a die
By Donna JT Smith
Yes! Reaction is reality!
Autumn’s Game
Acorns bounce and roll–
round dice
that gamble their future
on squirrels’
hunger and memory.
That is fabulous, Buffy! I love how you worked in fax so subtly here!
CHEERS TO LIFE
by Dianne Moritz
Be here NOW.
The past is past.
Live, laugh, love…
and have a blast!
Wise words, Dianne!
poem By Jessica Bigi
Yahtzee Seasons
sipping lemony cubs
they crunch atoms yards
marshmallow giggles
snowflake scatter
tables dice turning into
hand-full of petals
Love marshmallow giggles…