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.
At Duluth Harbor last week, we got to watch a TON of sailboats come through the canal (as well as my favorites, some 1000-footers). This image makes me think of several things:
- How fun boat names are
- Why does having a boat sound like so much fun but seems like it always ends up being too much work in reality?
- Tweety Bird, of course!
And here’s my first draft. I realized after I made this that the title should be Tweety Bird’s Escape–much more dramatic. Oh, well. That’s why it’s a first-draft exercise:>)
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count.)
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What a fun poem, Laura, and I agree, the second title would be better.
CRISIS AVERTED
One darker cloud
wants to spoil the day.
Gives shade instead
as we sail away.
I like that you noticed the cloud; it looked like a cartoon cloud blowing on the sails!
Victory! I just got drenched in a sudden downpour–luckily I’m not in a boat:>)
I’m first this morning because we are back in school. Today is orientation. Tomorrow first full day. The image of the sail boat takes me back to summer. Love your Tweety Bird escape, especially the sounds of wing and dream.
Today is the day
to raise my sail,
dare wind,
make way!
What a great poem for the new school year. I think that should be on your door!
Love this, Margaret. Can’t believe you are in school already! Summer is really just starting in Maine! August is our hottest time and we don’t have AC so school would be brutal!
Wow, already? I love the sense of adventure. This sounds like somebody ready to lead their gang onward. Have a great first day Margaret!
I love the energy of this one!
This has such a ‘take charge’ feel to it. Enjoy your back to school.
Ah, yes FREEDOM.
So many of us are all to familiar with the clock winding down toward school. Summer always feels like freedom! What a lovely picture and word image. There is movement and excitement in the words and the poem shape. Nice!
August Wish
Oh, that a breeze
could carry me
like a sail
or cloud
across the sea
What a whimsical wish!
Thanks, Linda. I love the way you captured that wish of escaping. Somehow August always feels oppressive. Maybe it is just that count down to school or the intense heat I associate with it. Anyway, I really like this.
Just beautiful.
Ok. I had a “phew” phrases bouncing around in my head with this one. Glad to get them out! Phew!
Small Boat in a Canal
High ride
On man made tide
Sails rise
As if to fly
My Yellow-sided
Water-strider!
Love the i sounds and the sense of adventure in your poem.
I love that man-made tide, Donna. And the lovely long I sounds in those last two lines. Fun!
great “i” sounds.…and that one man show!
I just got back from Maine…so beautiful. Having spent a lot of time on the water your poem resonated with me. I love the Yellow-sided, Water-strider!
The yellow color caught my eye, and then this nonsense popped into my head:
banana boating
the latest craze
didn’t last long
This made me laugh. Thanks, Lauren. And it in these days of milk carton boat racing and such, who knows?
LOL. Funny! I want to take this one to my middle school
Please do. 🙂
Laura, thank for the uplifting and energetic image! And for the inspiration to write!
Blue skies buzz.
Waves jostle and clap.
Raise the sails.
Let’s race the clouds!
brings back some fun memories for me–when I really did think I was racing clouds!
First time! Not a sailor but here we go…
First Sail –
Waves rise higher
Shipmates yelling
Rudder ripping
Starboard tipping
Tack it windward!
Leeward jibe!
Splash…
Welcome, Beth! Love all your action words in here–and the ending. Oops!
ooooh! lots of movement.
I took a few sailing lessons, and well…I really felt your poem.
I love this pic today I might be a few words over but this is what I thought of
poem By Jessica Bigi
The Meaning Of Thanksgiving
chanceries later
still celebrating
seals rising the Delaware
our new found country
Cheers Cristopher Columbus
poem By Jessica
The meaning OF Thanksgiving
Centriers later still celebrating
seals rising the Delaware
our new found country
Cheers Cristopher Columbus
I love all those /s/ sounds in the first 2 lines, Jessica–and the way this modern image turned you to history.
Should be seals rising The Atlantic not sour I mixed the up
should be ( Sales rising the Atlantic)
Good morning. I love the name of the boat. A lot of boats are given female names, usually in honor of someone special. For some reason I envision a child, hearing a parent calling the other parent “Sweetie” and the child repeats Tweetie, thus the name. My poem has nothing to do with what I just said!!!
Earth’s Promise
Sailboat’s yellow sliver
mimics sun’s aura’s
salutation:
I’ll fight forever
to shed light on all.
I love how this brought you to tweety bird, Laura–thanks for the smile!
In a Flurry
gulls soar
kites flap
waves grow
sails fill
clouds swirl
we rush
from the beach
This is two over, but it is what leaped to my brain on the instant of seeing your picture.
Yellow boast, yellow boat
sailing at sea
come back to shore
so you can take me.
I’d really love to go sailing today in that yellow boat. It looks like so much fun.
I grew up sailing here in Florida and this photo made me reminisce. I think I need revisit the idea and develop a few fleshed out sailing poems. That would be fun.
Raise the sails
cut water trails
We’ll tell the tales
of big blue whales
Pisces
by Pamela Ross
We are
water children.
We chase waves,
diving, deep
into dreams,
swimming,
into the air.
Laura your Tweety boat picture made me smile. What a great name for a boat; an escape to freedom indeed. Tweety made me think of a tweet or call to sea.
#All Aboard
Silky, white sail
Downy, soft breeze
Cloud quilted sky
Blue hammocked seas.
Jean, I love your textures and the sensory details here. So lovely. Thanks for playing!