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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:
- a frog
- my bug-eyed beagle, Capt. Jack Sparrow
- crab eye stalks
But I didn’t write about any of those things. I wrote about a baby bird, a fledgling whose mother wants it to fly. And, 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)
34 Responses
Laura, I smiled at the fact that your poem was something other than what the photo reminded you of, and the last is sweet. I’m sure that miniatures of the items in the picture are sold in the toy section of retailers,
It’s All Relative
Airport
plane
jet bridge
air hose
generator…
all giants
in the child’s playroom.
The planes seem like giants to me. I always marvel that pilots can fly them.
Thank you Lauren. I really like the rhythm and rhyme of your verse. It captures the picture perfectly.
I love your take on this pic and the line a about a child’s toy room
Thanks, Martha. This is too funny, because one of the other pictures I’ll be using soon is of an airplane climbing toy/playground inside the airport! I like how you have giants in one line and child in the next.
Love the question in yours, Laura. I was taken by how the plane looks like its smiling.
My pilots are trained;
my body’s maintained.
Now come — let’s fly.
We have the whole sky.
Makes perfect sense- so why am I still hesitant to get on one? 🙂 Enjoyed the rhyming.
I like the rhyme of your poem and last 2 lines
Thanks, Lauren. Yours is so compact and neat. I love the energy at the end!
I still find the fact that airplanes can fly amazing. And I’m still waiting for them to flap their wings like birds!
Airplane
I rumble
along tarmac,
sun warm
on my back.
Humble
till I fly
into sky.
—Kate Coombs
love the last 3 lines 🙂
This makes me think about how ungainly objects suddenly are so perfectly graceful when they’re in their just-right environment. Like hippos in the river or planes in the sky. Love your near rhyme (and I’m not always a fan of that)!
I love this one and I’m posting it to Facebook.
Thanks, Linda!
Around
how many wheels
a‑ground
does it take
to make
a plane awake
sky bound?
by Donna JT Smith
Arounda-ground
does it take sky bound I love how these words work together and their sounds in your poem
Wow–you packed a lot in here, Donna! I love the idea of the plane waking up skybound!
Airplane Rhyme
Zooming sky word
zigzagging loops
tying laces of clouds
blue sky sneakers
flashing neon eyes
poem By Jessica Bigi
Blue sky sneakers with laces of clouds — FANTASTIC!
I love all the zzzzz sounds in here, Jessica:>)
A giant monster dragonfly!
I wait for him to blink an eye
then escape- bye-bye!
this is cute and fun I like that you saw a dragonfly and love the ending
Love that you saw a dragon fly. And I always enjoy your rhymes.
Hehe–fun ending, Cindyb:>)
I almost couldn’t come up with anything this morning. Picture just looked jumbled.
Finally — an idea!
What is it?
A bird,
plane,
truck,
train?
What can it do?
Take parcels to you.
Enormous drone.
I like how you asked questions in your poem
Love the bouncy rhythm of first 6 lines–interesting contrast in the last one!
I dropped by in advance of poetry friday (thanks early for hosting tomorrow) and lo and behold, a lark! I’m happy to leave a little poem here:
Red Jetting Hood
Through the sky,
to grandmother’s house, I go, I go.
To grandmother’s house, I go!
Thanks for the fun! 🙂
Whee! Love the playful feel here, Brenda.
Thanks for your mini poetry party, Laura.
I’ve always been fascinated by photos of objects that look like faces, and on family trips we look for cars and trunks with grinning fronts. While looking up the name of this phenomenon, I learned that it’s often associated with OCD. Don’t want to think about what this says about my family…
Pervasive Pareidolia
Tree trunks ogle
Headlights stare
Fan-jets gawk
Windows glare
Faces-in-places
They’re watching.…beware!
Love your poem! Especially the warning at the end- “faces in places” is delightful.
I’m always seeing faces on manmade objects–and I have two family members with OCD. Interesting that there’s a connection. Love this poem–the idea of tree trunks ogling is too fun!
Colour my world
Just like this picture
Dreams can come true
A pilot
A fixture
Anne McKenna