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.
Here’s another pic from Duluth. It was a stormy early morning, and we were watching a 1000-footer come into the harbor. Water was pouring over the canal walls because the storm had the water levels up higher than usual. That puddle/lake where the water is pouring into is a wide sidewalk where we usually stand to watch, leaning against that low wall. Not that morning! This image makes me think of several things:
- How some people leave a room and they leave chaos behind
- The giant dumping bucket at a waterpark in the Wisconsin Dells
- Life at sea
And here’s my first draft. I wanted to kind of zoom in from the epicness of the storm to one tiny thing.
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count)
16 Responses
I love your little mouse, Laura.
Befriending Land
“Come, let’s dance,”
the mighty waves say.
“I’ll splash out
so we can play.”
A fun thought, Lauren!
Loving the light-hearted poems this morning–I need them!
Laura, maybe that’s why rats desert a ship- they had a bout with seasickness and want to get away!
A STORMY BATH
The sea was rough.
The tub was full.
I totally forgot
the no splashing rule.
How cute, and a fun rhyme as always. I look forward to that with your poems. You just made me remember how fun it was to take a bath when I was a kid, and to bathe my kids when they were little.
This brought back such memories of our younger daughter, who used to swoop back and forth in the tub for 10 minutes at a time. It was a tidal wave every time!
H2O
Three little molecules
Clear as air,
Bound together
Like bulky muscles
Rule everything they
Touch
What a cool poem, Andria. I especially like the second line and the comparison to muscles!
Tossed and turned in jubilant anger,
Righteous hypocrisy unleashed,
What do the other half think?
I personally am so disappointed. And fearful. Ugh. I do not want him representing me or my country. Sigh. Love the word “unleashed” here. Poetry helps.
Your surprising little mouse made me smile, Laura.
After the Storm
gentle waves lap
singing of shifted shores
and dwindling lands
Ooh, that middle line totally grabs me!
Poem By Jessica Bigi
misty meme rents
of comer seas
as ships brake waves
beacons emulating
peace
Memories of those calmer times always help!
Enjoyed your poem this morning Laura, along with all of the others. I did not have an opportunity to contribute today. Needless to say my Thursday morning was just not the same. Am I the only one still not receiving your posts?
No, you’re not. None of my posts created a certain way, using a previous post as a template (like the 15 Words or Less ones), are going out to subscribers. My web IT guy and I are still working on it. Extremely frustrating.