Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines here)!
I can’t actually remember where I took this picture, even though it was in the past month or so. Oi. But even though it came out blurry, I kind of like it that way.
This image makes me think of:
1) looking at something while you’re crying
2) Thor
3) waking up in a black-and-white movie
And here’s my?first draft.
Now 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!
76 Responses
toot
ting
chugs
chew
wow
I’ve
laid
down
tracks
you
ride
trans
chug
a
chew
Poem By Jessica Bigi
Love that you see a navvy working the railroad! This did not even occur to me from the picture.
Laura you thought me a new word I had to look up navvy
I only know the word from Gordon Lightfoot’s Canadian Railroad Trilogy: “We are the navvies who work upon the railway / Swingin’ our hammers in the bright blazin’ sun / Layin’ down track and buildin’ the bridges / Bendin’ our old backs ’til the railroad is done” (complete lyrics at https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tmnlcudjegjr3egkk7kp2nelwgy?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics)
Laura, I too learned a new word — navy — thanks.
He does look like he’s hammering on the rails. Nice interpretation, Jessica.
Yes Jessica. This man could definitely be laying tracks. Nice.
toot
ting
chugs
chew
wow
I’ve
laid
down
tracks
you
ride
trans
chug
a
chew
Poem By Jessica Bigi
Love that you see a navvy working the railroad! This did not even occur to me from the picture.
Laura you thought me a new word I had to look up navvy
I only know the word from Gordon Lightfoot’s Canadian Railroad Trilogy: “We are the navvies who work upon the railway / Swingin’ our hammers in the bright blazin’ sun / Layin’ down track and buildin’ the bridges / Bendin’ our old backs ’til the railroad is done” (complete lyrics at https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tmnlcudjegjr3egkk7kp2nelwgy?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics)
Laura, I too learned a new word — navy — thanks.
He does look like he’s hammering on the rails. Nice interpretation, Jessica.
Yes Jessica. This man could definitely be laying tracks. Nice.
Laura,
Where others see blurry, you see potential! Way to go! I like the emotion showing through here.
There was something about this statue that captured me. Wish I could remember where I saw it!
was it in Ireland or the trip you also took pic of the poll sculptures with the gull
Laura,
Where others see blurry, you see potential! Way to go! I like the emotion showing through here.
There was something about this statue that captured me. Wish I could remember where I saw it!
was it in Ireland or the trip you also took pic of the poll sculptures with the gull
Wonderful plot!
Fabulous score!
Would enjoy
the opera
even more
IF
I’d brought
my glasses.
I couldn’t resist the out-of-focus picture, Laura. Thanks for making Thursdays fun all these years.
Hehe–that’s awesome, ellie. Love the opera glasses reference:>)
wonderful love the it seamed like the opera to you
Ellie, PERFECTION!
Wonderful plot!
Fabulous score!
Would enjoy
the opera
even more
IF
I’d brought
my glasses.
I couldn’t resist the out-of-focus picture, Laura. Thanks for making Thursdays fun all these years.
Hehe–that’s awesome, ellie. Love the opera glasses reference:>)
wonderful love the it seamed like the opera to you
Ellie, PERFECTION!
Veil of mist
Blurs the fury
In the eyes
Of the lost
Great way to show an emotion–love the blur and veil!
love the first line
Amelia, I love the mystery in your image — veil, blurs, mist and the lost.
Veil of mist
Blurs the fury
In the eyes
Of the lost
Great way to show an emotion–love the blur and veil!
love the first line
Amelia, I love the mystery in your image — veil, blurs, mist and the lost.
Annual Visit
Pupils widen
vision blurs
darkness soothes.
Dr. C, is that you?
Good morning Laura and all. For real, I had my annual checkup with my ophthalmologist yesterday morning and remained in a state similar to the pic for most of the day. I don’t know what instrument he may have been wielding, but I came out okay!
I hate those drops! Most of the day–yikes. Love your funny ending line, especially:>)
wonderful but not to go through
Annual Visit
Pupils widen
vision blurs
darkness soothes.
Dr. C, is that you?
Good morning Laura and all. For real, I had my annual checkup with my ophthalmologist yesterday morning and remained in a state similar to the pic for most of the day. I don’t know what instrument he may have been wielding, but I came out okay!
I hate those drops! Most of the day–yikes. Love your funny ending line, especially:>)
wonderful but not to go through
Forge
Strike,
strike hard.
The hammer,
the sword,
the magic word.
Strike swift,
strike hard.
?Kate Coombs
I the how you put magic word in this poem your poem makes me think of King Arthur
Forging — I like that term Kate. He seems less aggressive.
I love the magic word part. The way steel is forged (if I go the literal route) does seem quite magical and mysterious to me. And if I go fanciful, I feel like I’m right in Hobbit or LOTR. Love the repetition of first 2 and last 2 lines.
Forge
Strike,
strike hard.
The hammer,
the sword,
the magic word.
Strike swift,
strike hard.
?Kate Coombs
I the how you put magic word in this poem your poem makes me think of King Arthur
Forging — I like that term Kate. He seems less aggressive.
I love the magic word part. The way steel is forged (if I go the literal route) does seem quite magical and mysterious to me. And if I go fanciful, I feel like I’m right in Hobbit or LOTR. Love the repetition of first 2 and last 2 lines.
I kept blinking my eyes, trying to focus. Ha!
I used your idea of “gods.”
Olympics of the Gods
Swing and swirl.
Heave and hurl.
Throw that hammer far.
Win the golden star.
love this and win a gold star
Very clever Pat.
Love that “heave and hurl.” Great power in that image/line!
I kept blinking my eyes, trying to focus. Ha!
I used your idea of “gods.”
Olympics of the Gods
Swing and swirl.
Heave and hurl.
Throw that hammer far.
Win the golden star.
love this and win a gold star
Very clever Pat.
Love that “heave and hurl.” Great power in that image/line!
This looked like an enraged man in encased in wax…thus my poem. I have included its interpretation after it…
Wax Attacks
In waxing wax,
Attacks!
Whacks!
Wax rains!
Wax contains,
Wax remains;
Wax reigns!
Wax wanes.
In waxing (increasing) wax (rage)
Attacks!
Whacks!
Wax (coating) rains (comes down)!
Wax (coating) contains
Wax (coating) remains
Wax (coating) reigns (wins)!
Wax (rage) wanes (decreases).
Donna, who knew there are so many uses of the word wax. Great! I rather like that he is possibly made of something as soft as was.
Great wordplay, Donna!
This looked like an enraged man in encased in wax…thus my poem. I have included its interpretation after it…
Wax Attacks
In waxing wax,
Attacks!
Whacks!
Wax rains!
Wax contains,
Wax remains;
Wax reigns!
Wax wanes.
In waxing (increasing) wax (rage)
Attacks!
Whacks!
Wax (coating) rains (comes down)!
Wax (coating) contains
Wax (coating) remains
Wax (coating) reigns (wins)!
Wax (rage) wanes (decreases).
Donna, who knew there are so many uses of the word wax. Great! I rather like that he is possibly made of something as soft as was.
Great wordplay, Donna!
RESCUE
I dreamt your heart
was made of marble
until you dared
to save me.
Andria, this is so romantic. A true damsel in distress. I love it.
perhaps this is what a peace of marble stone would say to Mikael Angelo
I love this, Andria. So romantic, but not too sappy. Its simplicity and everyday language keeps it powerful but not flowery.
RESCUE
I dreamt your heart
was made of marble
until you dared
to save me.
Andria, this is so romantic. A true damsel in distress. I love it.
perhaps this is what a peace of marble stone would say to Mikael Angelo
I love this, Andria. So romantic, but not too sappy. Its simplicity and everyday language keeps it powerful but not flowery.
Hands Can Reach.…
…or cast away,
Tongues can teach,
then lead astray.
Eyes beseech,
they blur, betray.
(sorry for my 15 word or more misdeed today.)
Ooooh–my vision is getting worse, so on a literal level, I am feeling betrayed!
Hands Can Reach.…
…or cast away,
Tongues can teach,
then lead astray.
Eyes beseech,
they blur, betray.
(sorry for my 15 word or more misdeed today.)
Ooooh–my vision is getting worse, so on a literal level, I am feeling betrayed!