Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines here)!
Hi, y’all! It’s great to be back after a VERY busy and social Poetry Month! Here’s some commissioned art outside the Grand Canal Theatre in Dublin. I believe our tour guide said these are supposed to represent flowers. Though I could be remembering that wrong:>)? This image makes me think of:
1) Slurpees
2) Honey, I Shrunk the Kids!
3) walking on (and falling off of) stilts
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:>)
104 Responses
I think my daddy looks so weird
when he shaves off his winter beard.
Ha! Your imagination is so great, Cindyb. I SEE the razor stubble!
brings back good memories of when my day would shave and old spice after shave that he always used 🙂
when my dad I meant
I think my daddy looks so weird
when he shaves off his winter beard.
Ha! Your imagination is so great, Cindyb. I SEE the razor stubble!
brings back good memories of when my day would shave and old spice after shave that he always used 🙂
when my dad I meant
Inhale through the straws
Exhale through the clouds
Stirring cool breezes
on hot summer days.
This is lovely, Linda. Like a little meditation!
wonderful I love the first two lines then how the last two lines comment in a mediation
Lovely Linda!
Linda, remove the two THEs in the first and second lines and you have a great, tight little poem. I really like your interpretation.
Inhale through the straws
Exhale through the clouds
Stirring cool breezes
on hot summer days.
This is lovely, Linda. Like a little meditation!
wonderful I love the first two lines then how the last two lines comment in a mediation
Lovely Linda!
Linda, remove the two THEs in the first and second lines and you have a great, tight little poem. I really like your interpretation.
I Love your poem I love this line one raindrop at a time
1 says one gull
to the others
are these fries
mad at us
2. a maize you say
too walk across sky
3. syarling
Thanks, Jessica. I love that second one–interesting image.
I Love your poem I love this line one raindrop at a time
I hope that it is okay I broke this down into 4 smaller poems
1 says one gull
to the others
are these fries
mad at us
2. a maize you say
too walk across sky
3. swirling straw slides
from sky to ocean
4. skyscraper fries
says the other gulls
better stay far away
fly-fly-fly
I Love your poem I love this line one raindrop at a time
1 says one gull
to the others
are these fries
mad at us
2. a maize you say
too walk across sky
3. syarling
Thanks, Jessica. I love that second one–interesting image.
I Love your poem I love this line one raindrop at a time
I hop that it is okay I broke this down into 4 smaller poems
1 says one gull
to the others
are these fries
mad at us
2. a maize you say
too walk across sky
3. swirling straw slides
from sky to ocean
4. skyscraper fries
says the other gulls
better stay far away
fly-fly-fly
Giant’s Snorkels
Reaching up
Breathing in
A whirlpool of air
Smelling- ICK!! Was that a BIRD???
Eeeeewww! Very sensory. I love the contrast between that lovely third line, and then the terrible realization of the fourth!
Dangerous snorkeling area! Love it!
Giant’s Snorkels
Reaching up
Breathing in
A whirlpool of air
Smelling- ICK!! Was that a BIRD???
Eeeeewww! Very sensory. I love the contrast between that lovely third line, and then the terrible realization of the fourth!
Dangerous snorkeling area! Love it!
make them taller
paint them red
still the gulls
will fight
for a post
Yours is lovely, Laura.
Thanks, Ellie. And ha! I took a pic of a gull perched atop a sculpture of a tree trunk last week. I like perching birds–too bad they leave messes so that cities now try to figure out how to deter them. I like the simplicity of your poem…makes it feel like a truth handed down for eons:>)
wonderful 🙂
Don’t you know it! I like Ellie.
Oh, yes, seagulls always have to find the tallest poles in the area! They don’t much care what color it is!
make them taller
paint them red
still the gulls
will fight
for a post
Yours is lovely, Laura.
Thanks, Ellie. And ha! I took a pic of a gull perched atop a sculpture of a tree trunk last week. I like perching birds–too bad they leave messes so that cities now try to figure out how to deter them. I like the simplicity of your poem…makes it feel like a truth handed down for eons:>)
wonderful 🙂
Don’t you know it! I like Ellie.
Oh, yes, seagulls always have to find the tallest poles in the area! They don’t much care what color it is!
Does everygull have
Their red noodle log?
Last one in is a
rotten sea dog!
Donna, similar thoughts this morning. Nice rhythm and rhyme.
I like the first two lines
That’s awesome, Donna. Noodles–such a natural connection, but I didn’t make it until your poem.
Fun!
Does everygull have
Their red noodle log?
Last one in is a
rotten sea dog!
Donna, similar thoughts this morning. Nice rhythm and rhyme.
I like the first two lines
That’s awesome, Donna. Noodles–such a natural connection, but I didn’t make it until your poem.
Fun!
River Rentals
“All sizes; they bend and float”
gulls hawk their wares
to anyone who dares.
Laura, your thoughts were excellent. Flowers you say! 😉 I thought giant Pick-Up Stix, but opted to pay homage to the little guys on the pier.
I like how you leave a Mistry at the end
A gull marketplace–squawk! Love this, Martha. Oh, pickup stix–how I loved that game!
All I could see were cute little gulls holding the floating noodles up high — just made me laugh when I saw the picture!
River Rentals
“All sizes; they bend and float”
gulls hawk their wares
to anyone who dares.
Laura, your thoughts were excellent. Flowers you say! 😉 I thought giant Pick-Up Stix, but opted to pay homage to the little guys on the pier.
I like how you leave a Mistry at the end
A gull marketplace–squawk! Love this, Martha. Oh, pickup stix–how I loved that game!
All I could see were cute little gulls holding the floating noodles up high — just made me laugh when I saw the picture!
Grand Canal Theater
Sticks of light
glow at night.
Lead the way
to see the play.
I love the first two lines almost this light hoses
almost like
Very appropriate Pat. The first two lines are very descriptive.
Ha! Glow sticks! I can see them…
Lovely, Pat! And he said they do light up at night, I think. Have you seen them?
Thanks, Laura. No, I haven’t actually seen them, except in online images.
I saw pictures of them lit along with lights from the theater. The whole effect was beautiful and surreal.
Nifty–I bet it is beautiful at night! In broad daylight, it’s interesting, but not all that lovely (to me).
Grand Canal Theater
Sticks of light
glow at night.
Lead the way
to see the play.
I love the first two lines almost this light hoses
almost like
Very appropriate Pat. The first two lines are very descriptive.
Ha! Glow sticks! I can see them…
Lovely, Pat! And he said they do light up at night, I think. Have you seen them?
Thanks, Laura. No, I haven’t actually seen them, except in online images.
I saw pictures of them lit along with lights from the theater. The whole effect was beautiful and surreal.
Nifty–I bet it is beautiful at night! In broad daylight, it’s interesting, but not all that lovely (to me).
Reeds wave
ducks and geese in
for a landing
on the summer pond.
?Kate Coombs
love the first 3 lines reminds me of the pound not far from weir I live
Kate, this is the best image! I read it once and it’s a beautiful nature scene. Then I read it again, and it’s ducks waving their light batons to get their silly goose friends safe on the runway. I love when the 15WOL poems work with or without the image!
Reeds wave
ducks and geese in
for a landing
on the summer pond.
?Kate Coombs
love the first 3 lines reminds me of the pound not far from weir I live
Kate, this is the best image! I read it once and it’s a beautiful nature scene. Then I read it again, and it’s ducks waving their light batons to get their silly goose friends safe on the runway. I love when the 15WOL poems work with or without the image!
I Envision
mashes of
of giant sailing ships
cures of gulls
search for crumbs
tinny exec’s
mapping seaside
treasures
poem by Jessica Bigi
I Envision
mashes of
of giant sailing ships
cures of gulls
search for crumbs
tinny exec’s
mapping seaside
treasures
poem by Jessica Bigi
Outdoor Art Installation
Dale Chuilly
Red glass straws
Reaching skyward
Drinking in fully
All life has to offer.
Oh, this is nice, Joy. the first three lines set the image, and the final two make it connect, give me meaning. Lovely:>)
Outdoor Art Installation
Dale Chuilly
Red glass straws
Reaching skyward
Drinking in fully
All life has to offer.
Oh, this is nice, Joy. the first three lines set the image, and the final two make it connect, give me meaning. Lovely:>)
Yours is beautiful, Laura! What a great prompt.
Red sticks
waiting to be picked
bookmarking a day to savor.
Bookmarking! Fabulous–I love that these ungainly red sticks (ok, to me, they’re an interesting novelty, but definitely not beautiful) are just a marker to highlight and make you appreciate a day, a moment, the sky…
Yours is beautiful, Laura! What a great prompt.
Red sticks
waiting to be picked
bookmarking a day to savor.
Bookmarking! Fabulous–I love that these ungainly red sticks (ok, to me, they’re an interesting novelty, but definitely not beautiful) are just a marker to highlight and make you appreciate a day, a moment, the sky…
Rehab
‑Pamela Ross
You can
blow
down
Your house
Of
Straws
I can
build
Up
My life
Again
I love the form of this on the page, Pamela, and how the one-syllable words are so stark and alone. That last word has extra weight for me, that way. Beautiful. AND a Three Little Pigs allusion, too? Score:>)
Huff and puff, I’ve lost my way in your neighborhood of late. Forgive me. It’s been a roller coaster year. Sometimes I forget my priorities. You are one of them. Poetry is another.
Thanks and love. Your words move ‑me- to write.
Pamela, I often feel the same way–especially about my online friends and writing community. Life takes over, I lose track, and suddenly–months have passed. The lovely thing about it is that poetry and online friends are still there when you’re able to stop back by. Miss you! Hope all is well? I’m rather hopeless at keeping up with people’s lives on Facebook. Your daughter’s at UW-Madison, right?
Thank you for the sweet note, Laura. You made me smile (and made me feel less intrusive by welcoming me back to your page without hesitation).
All is well
although
There’s so much ‑all-
In my life
Over-focused, clarity fuzzy
That I require
Mental fresh air
Yes, the little one finishes her second year
At U of Wisconsin this month
Poor child. She is off to Florence, Italy
In the first week of June.
Away for a month.
Studying, writing, performing in a play
Through the college.
Life’s rough. 😉
Hope you and yours are happy and knock on wood healthy. xox
Oh my, how she suffers. “Mental fresh air” — that’s a great way to put it, and you should never feel guilty about grabbing it however you can. Always happy to see you:>) And we’re all doing relatively well, thanks! Younger daughter is home after 6 months in Scotland/India. But she’s hoping to go back for TWO YEARS. Ack. But she has to do what is right and important for her, and I’m trying really hard to be okay with that:>) Everyone else is chugging along!
Rehab
‑Pamela Ross
You can
blow
down
Your house
Of
Straws
I can
build
Up
My life
Again
I love the form of this on the page, Pamela, and how the one-syllable words are so stark and alone. That last word has extra weight for me, that way. Beautiful. AND a Three Little Pigs allusion, too? Score:>)
Huff and puff, I’ve lost my way in your neighborhood of late. Forgive me. It’s been a roller coaster year. Sometimes I forget my priorities. You are one of them. Poetry is another.
Thanks and love. Your words move ‑me- to write.
Pamela, I often feel the same way–especially about my online friends and writing community. Life takes over, I lose track, and suddenly–months have passed. The lovely thing about it is that poetry and online friends are still there when you’re able to stop back by. Miss you! Hope all is well? I’m rather hopeless at keeping up with people’s lives on Facebook. Your daughter’s at UW-Madison, right?
Thank you for the sweet note, Laura. You made me smile (and made me feel less intrusive by welcoming me back to your page without hesitation).
All is well
although
There’s so much ‑all-
In my life
Over-focused, clarity fuzzy
That I require
Mental fresh air
Yes, the little one finishes her second year
At U of Wisconsin this month
Poor child. She is off to Florence, Italy
In the first week of June.
Away for a month.
Studying, writing, performing in a play
Through the college.
Life’s rough. 😉
Hope you and yours are happy and knock on wood healthy. xox
Oh my, how she suffers. “Mental fresh air” — that’s a great way to put it, and you should never feel guilty about grabbing it however you can. Always happy to see you:>) And we’re all doing relatively well, thanks! Younger daughter is home after 6 months in Scotland/India. But she’s hoping to go back for TWO YEARS. Ack. But she has to do what is right and important for her, and I’m trying really hard to be okay with that:>) Everyone else is chugging along!
*It’s 20 words but I like it.*
LABYRINTH
Swinging of stalks,
Vision, blurry,
Inside voice screams,
?Hurry, hurry!?
Dashing, crashing
In a daze,
Pacing, racing
Through this maze.
© Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved.
*It’s 20 words but I like it.*
LABYRINTH
Swinging of stalks,
Vision, blurry,
Inside voice screams,
?Hurry, hurry!?
Dashing, crashing
In a daze,
Pacing, racing
Through this maze.
© Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved.