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.
Hello, writer and educator friends. My life grows ever more intense (I really didn’t think that was possible), and I miss you guys!
When I attended that drum corps show in Farmington, MN, a few weeks ago, I was inside the high school and saw this art project, where different students had each created one segment of a grid that created a tiger. I love this. It reminds me that even inside prescribed tasks, we each show our own voice and style. This image makes me think of:
- schizophrenia
- a big community mural on the side of a building
- William Blake’s poem, of course (though this tyger has a bit more asymmetry than symmetry, perhaps)
And here’s my first draft.
Blanket statement for July/August. Hope you’re having a wonderful summer. Mine is overwhelmingly busy and emotional. When you Comment, I get an email, and I will be doing my best to read every poem you guys write. But my availability over the summer to comment on each poem will be limited. I hope you’ll write because you love it and enjoy this community. Please know I value your participation, even if I am not able to respond much this month.
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count)
20 Responses
CHANGING THE PICTURE
Every morning
something new
tells me THAT’S
what I must do.
I desire
impromptu.
Impromptu…
Love this!
Impromptu- love lurning new words wonderful poem 🙂
Laura I love this pic and your the poem I love your tidal
Poem By Jessica Bigi
Writers Block
Jungle gyms
of typewriter T’s
jumble across
blank pages
SHUS Whisper
A tiger lies
Lessoning
That tiger does seem to be lying in wait, listening! Type softly!
Laura I love this pic and your the poem I love your tidal
Poem By Jessica Bigi
Writers Block
Jungle gyms
of typewriter T’s
jumble across
blank pages
SHUS Whisper
A tigers lying
Lessoning
Picasso came to mind with this picture, but then something more urgent led to my poem.
Thanks for continuing 15 WOL Laura. Hope life slows down for you soon.
Waking, I don’t feel like me:
confused, no personality.
Then ahhh — my magic morning coffee.
Ha! A self portrait of sorts — before the morning brew!
I can relate wonderful poem
My first thought was those sliding puzzles we used to get where you put numbers in order or assembled a picture by sliding tiles… so what if when you got it put together it became real?
sliding puzzle
hidden
in a jumble -
thumbs scramble,
assembling
tiles tumble
tiger’s rumble…
trembling -
choose
to lose?
by Donna JT Smith, 2016
I thought about those sliding tile puzzles, too. though my poem went a different way. Love your poem- clever!
I like how all your words sound together
Laura, wishing for you a less intense day, more peaceful moments, and soon mergence of things askew into one blissful setting for this phase in your life’s journey.
Unity
One alone
two companionship
three welcome
then more;
spaces filled
pieces fit
puzzle solved;
CommUNITY!!!
Nice take on the picture, Martha.
I like how your words put a puzzle of positives together in life
Fierce, dangerous gaze
Cold, distant eyes
Red-hot fire
Cold white ice
A tumultuous reflection
Wonderful descriptions. “tumultuous reflection” — love it.
I started writing about sliding jumbled tiles–then saw Donna’s poem and decided to start again. I’m raising monarch caterpillars again this year, and this is what’s happening now:
Monarch Morning
casting her striped skin
for a green-and-golden case
she reassembles the puzzle pieces
Well, that’s one way to look at it! Reassembles the puzzle pieces- love it!
wonderful images you’ve crated