Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines are here)!
Well, I think I’ve used this photo before, but I honestly can’t recall…and if I did, it was several years ago. So, I’m going to use it! This sculpture called Maman, by Louise Bourgeois, makes me think:
- I need a bigger fly-swatter.
- War of the worlds.
- Size matters.
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:>) If you leave a poem in the comments, and if it’s 15 words or less, I’ll try to respond!
38 Responses
Love “black firework of death”!
Going to have to get used to this new site! I’m having a hard time on the main page — too much movement with the slideshow to focus on finding things! But maybe that’s just me!
Iron Dandelion
With clunk resounding
This seed astounding
No breeze could lift
No ant could shift
This didn’t sound finished…added one more word for 15.
Iron Dandelion
With clunk resounding,
This seed astounding -
No breeze could lift,
No ant could shift -
Landed
Wonderful how you saw a dandelion. I can feel the weight with clunk. Love lift/shift.
Great, unique twist. Iron Dandelion–sounds like a name for a spaceship meant to explore the galaxy or something. Perhaps wind-powered…
I love the title 🙂
A Parent’s Worst Nightmare
I’ll feed it
house it
love it too
but draw the line
with trendy shoes!
Laura, congrats on your new blog. The post did not come to me automatically. I searched for it. Do we need to sign up again in order to receive the new version?
Shoes — too funny. Love the voice of the mom (making an assumption here.)
Thank you Ellie. Yes, you assumed correctly, the voice of a mom with a son who outgrew his dad by the time he was twelve. He is now the father of an adult son and lived through the same scenarios. I had a shoe salesman tell me he had never had a customer who grew out of shoes so quickly. What goes around comes around.
Hehehe–8 new pair of shoes, that would be tough (if that’s what you meant).
I am working with Jetpack right now. It imported my subscribers, supposedly, but nobody’s getting emails. I hope to hear back from Support today. I’m hoping folks won’t have to resubscribe, and I’m not recommending it yet because it would pry just get wiped out when the old list DOES get activated. But no harm done if you do resubscribe. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Not a problem at all. I know what you are doing is not without a few hurdles. I am fine with it as is. Yes, I was talking about the “must have shoes,” and hopefully four pairs would suffice, if I were of a mind to give in! 😉
this is wonderful I couldn’t imago having one this big in my house yaks
Small is scary enough
Giant is pretty rough
It is just lucky
I am tough !
Anne McKenna
Great attitude!
Love this, Anne!
Go, Anne!
I remember this fantastic picture and found it posted June 3, 2010. I had to go back and see what I had written then versus now.
Love yours, Laura. I think “hammering heart” inspired mine.
Sorry to Scare You
On tippy-toes
I try
to sneak by
quietly -
still some scream
and run from me.
Aw, now I feel a little bit sorry for the spider. I love that first line…makes the spider seem so childlike and innocent!
And, can’t believe you went back and hunted! Did you read your old poem before or after you wrote this one?
I wrote the new one first, then went back and found the old one. I have every poem I’ve ever written for 15 WOL in a file and on paper so the search was easy. I can’t thank you enough for the weekly inspiration!
The new site looks nice. I hope when all the bugs are worked out, it remembers my email and name. I have to type it in for every comment today.
Thanks, ellie. And smart to keep them all, because I’m probably going to dump a few years’ worth of posts soon. The ones from my early years (2007–2009 or 2010) have terrible formatting from when I switched blog platforms, etc.
I hope so, too, about your name. I wonder what the deal is? The blog was already WordPress, just inside of a non-Wordpress site. Now my whole site is WordPress. It’s going to take me a good month‑6 weeks to get things up to snuff. Hopefully it will sort out by then. Of course, there are some blogs I visit that I have to sign in every single time. I’ll add this to my “check on” list:>)
Delicately lifting
its mile-long feet,
giant spider looks
for something to eat.
—Kate Coombs
Love how your first two lines have it softly stalking despite its size.
Nice contrast between the size and “Delicately.” That delicateness is one of the things that freaks me out about spiders!
Love your poem, especially: explosions of fear!
Run for your life!
Run, run, run,
before you’re caught
and the web is spun!
Run/spun — a fun rhyme for the impossible.
Oooh, those last two lines–I think it’s partially the passive voice in the last line–make me hear an old-time narrator of a scary radio show or something!
I Love your first line I don’t like spiders
SPIDERS
Spiders spinning
pulling parachuting
Insects invisible web
dangerous
enormous
rabbit rear replica
silent silver statue
Poem By Jessica Bigi
I love “parachuting!” I didn’t quite understand the next to the last line, but, then, that’s poetry for you!
rabbet as in rabies rear as in a spider acetyl that size replace as to look like something 🙂
I remember this one–How can it really be 5 years ago??
Today’s Effort:
Spindly legs
testing lines,
welcoming guests
(they smell divine)
wrapping them tightly,
ready to dine.
And then I checked my files:
Shadow Dance (06.03.10)
On spindly legs
you skitter, you scour;
inspect your trap;
unwrap; devour.
Oooh, I love the voice of this new one–divine–heehee. And aren’t you organized!
By the way, love your new look. Do we need to resubscribe? I didn’t get this in my email, but saw your link on Facebook.
I hope not…trying to get the subscribers all imported. It says they were, but nobody’s getting email notifications. Waiting to hear from Support!
If I don’t look up
I’ll think it’s a stand
of eight slender trees.
Sometimes denial is an appropriate response:>)
Giant Spider
Wish I could dance, prance and smoothly streak
Hard to do with four left feet.
Love it!
TWIST OF FATE
Spider on the ground,
Does your little heart pound…
When you see
creepy-crawlies like me?
Ellen Vojnovic
I thought it would be fun to turn the tables to see if the boy could understand how he might look to a spider or how a spider might feel when it encounters humans…
Nice reversal, Ellen! “little heart pound”–great word choices to make me feel sympathy for the spider.