Howdy! How is your National Poetry Month going? I’m happy you’re here and ready to celebrate with you! This is 15 Words or Less Poems, a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here)!
Here’s my next pic taken in March on the way home from South Bend, IN to Minneapolis, MN.
This image makes me think of:
- Jurassic Park!
- a dinosaur in a car with a sun roof (I think he’s about to poke his head out!)
- wouldn’t a pterodactyl be more appropriate for an airport
Again, I didn’t write about any of those things–though I do want to do a poem to go with that second thought! Somehow, though, I again wrote about yearning to fly. And I don’t even particularly enjoy flying! Though if I could fly while NOT sitting in a tin can, I’d be totally up for that:>) 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)
40 Responses
Laura I love your poem and can’t what to read every ones poem
Han glider Kits
skeletons of
coat hangers hanging
in grandma’s closet
gearstick rolls
of Cray paper wings
Poem By Jessica Bigi
Love this, Jessica. Hang Glider Kits in Grandma’s closet. Just add crepe paper. How fun.
I like it the way you wrote it Thank You
I like
opps jont know whay Irrote this mend Jessica Bigi Laura could you removet it for me
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Love what you can find in a picture!
I really like the skeleton coat hangers–and Grandma’s closet seems like just the right place for them:>)
Laura, I liked your comparison of what he is (slow solid bones) to what he wants.
MY SCHOOL DAY
Strain and fight
toward the light.
She minds.
Pulls the blinds.
But at three,
Free!
Love this, Cindy. Brings back memories of wanting to be outside while stuck in class.
“She minds./ Pulls the blinds.” ha — great lines.
Love your ending!
Really like the minds/blinds couplet 🙂
Love this, Cindy (and it feels like a companion poem to go with my “Stampede!” poem about kids rushing out at the end of the school day).
There is nothing lush
nor plush,
Yet the rush
of wind
soothes -
flushes
my soul.
Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved
I am writing this again here to see if I can line it up.
There is something disconcerting about seeing off kilter lines of poems!
Let’s see if this straightens it out.
There is nothing lush
nor plush,
Yet the rush
of wind
soothes -
flushes
my soul.
Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved
Donna, I like the rush of fresh air. Happy not all of the openings appear to be covered.
Donna, I’m trying again. For some reason my reply came in as anonymous. Not sure if this is going to correct it or not. But my comment is there.
I love all the ‑ush sounds, and the lovely, soft contrast of soothes!
Interesting photo and angle. I hope the subject of your 15 WOL soon realizes its dream. Your second thought did prompt my thought and words.
A Cool Playground Addition
Geodesic dome
automated monster
kids climb,
wishing, but dreading
dino’s head to
pop through.
SQUEALS!
“wishing, but dreading” — yes, exactly, but how fun for kids.
Oh, that SQUEALS at the end. I guess we know what happened!
Hehe–my younger daughter was all over those domes like a monkey! I love this idea of an automated monster–fabulous!
My friend’s big, lovable black Lab Max visited the office yesterday. This dinosaur reminded me of his wistful waiting to go outside.
Airport Dinosaur
Looking out, waiting
for the mechanics
to let me play fetch
with the smallest airplanes.
—Kate Coombs
How cute! Love the wistful voice.
Airplane fetch! Ha!
Aw, this is so earnest and sweet, Kate. Nice!
It must be the Scottish blood in me–Nessie is the first thing I saw here.
Elusive,
legend,
when I roamed the Loch–
who’d have thought
I’d end
like this?
Neat Cindy. I love elusive legend and Loch thought together.
Poor Nessie!
Awwww. Boating across Loch Ness was one of the highlights of our first trip to Scotland. So raw and beautiful, and you could see how people would see Nessie…I love your commas setting legend apart. Such a sad ending for Nessie;>(
Love your slow, solid bones, Laura, too heavy to fly. I had to go with wanting to be outside, like several other poets today.
Staring out the window
I long to run free
with the sun and the wind -
please somebody dust me.
Sigh. Dusting is the best it can hope for!
Ooh–totally unexpected on that last line, Lauren!
Dino Report from Control Tower One
Microraptor ready for lift off
Archeopteryx on runway two
T. rex stuck on tarmac:
causing a hullabaloo.
Hullabaloo has always been, and will forever be, a wondermous word.
Hullabaloo! Yes! Perfect word choice.
This would be such a great addition to a playground!
The music of all these poems!
Rich, rich! Thank you all for sharing.
Here’s mine:
Longneck–
six stories high–
watched the morning come,
desire still rattling
around in her ribcage.
Oh, those last two lines are *killer,* Kortney. Fantastic:>)
So dark and disjointed
Sad, disappointed
Let the light in
To show me the way
Anne McKenna
Disjointed–FABulous word choice:>)