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.
Isn’t t this close up of a seed pod lovely?
This image makes me think of several things:
- Butterfly wings
- Old, pale skin
- A birch forest in moonlight (if I look at it sideways/upside down)
And here’s my first draft. Still having texh problems, so still going old school here.
Deep Woods
Birch limbs glow
in moonlight
Lacy forest
Papery dreams
Midnight’s silver velvet cape
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count.)
I love the idea of old pale skin….it’s so creepy cool. This is a lovely photo.
fairy wings
Pinocchio’s nose
wave’s furthest reach
moonbeam’s glow
astonishing delights
only children
truly know
This is precious Linda. Having reached the age of “old pale skin” I look forward to the childlike mind I so often hear about,
Oooh, what a lovely roundup of images, and then a whopper of an ending thought! Nice!
Loving the glow of your lacy forest. I thought of a root system.
Roots–
invisible threads,
river of tributaries–
a universe
of hope.
It does look like the edge of a universe. Love it.
A universe of hope says it all, Margaret. I will always think “hope.”
Gorgeous, Margaret! I always love how you combine the natural world and the emotional one.
Positive Spin
Grandma has lines on the back
of her hands;
Says they’re maps
to magic lands.
I’m going to have to remember this one! lol!
Pure “magic” Cindy!
Not sure what happened, Cindy, but I am anonymous!
I like your jump from seed pod to grandma’s hands.
I adore this! I’ve had visible veins on my hands since I was in my 20s. Wish I’d heard of this earlier:>)
Your poem is luxurious Laura! I first thought of the underside of a jellyfish, but the photo appears too delicate for that. The evolving color and veiny look took me to the inner baby leaf in a head of lettuce, a stalk of celery or sometimes a cabbage leaf. Rhythm a bit off! 😉
Leafy
Edible
Tasty
Treats
Underage
Crispy
Eats
I like this, Martha! Doing rhyming acrostics is tough. I think this is excellent in our time constraints:>)
Just a quick write before serving breakfast and taking grands to school…
Camp
Fingers of rutted road
darkness
at noon
Trail to the lake
starkness
till loon.
By Donna JT Smith
Love fingers of rutted road Donna!
Ooh, so much in this spare poem. Love the rhymes and the scene this paints. Lovely, Donna!
I love all the inspired poems above!
Wish
Nature’s braille
ancient embossed leaf story
oh that I could read it!
Lovely.
Oh, what a great metaphor! Makes me feel the bumps on the leaf.
This is so true to me Suzanne. So many stories in my history that I wish I could capture before they fade.
A future,
image of a thing to be,
with branches, twigs, limbs
we’ll one day see.
Oh, this makes me think of the connectedness of all of us, nature, and time, all entwined. Lovely.
What a rich and textured collection of poems this image has inspired, and love the imagery in yours, thanks Laura!
Life flowing through photosynthesized veins,
green hope of
today and
tomorrow…
Those last two lines are so simple, but so weighty somehow. Thanks for playing!
Seed Says
Mama knit this coat for me–
to keep me warm until the spring.
Ah, this is so fresh and sweet, Liz!
sory it is over 15
poem By Jessica Bigi
the out line of
trees look lungs
the inside of lungs
look like branches
lets plant trees and
keep our clean as we
breath – breath – breath
What a cool observation, Jessica. I like how you tied these two seemingly unrelated things together–lungs and trees. Lovely!
Thank you they are related with out tree we woundent have the oxegent we need to breaths tree clean our are
should be ( keep our lungs clean)
Realy Lopve all the imagry in everyons poems today Love them all