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. [Also, subscribers, did you get an email notification this morning that this post was up? I didn’t, and I’m wondering if there’s a glitch.]
Although I don’t like sitting in the window seat on airplanes, I do like craning my neck to see out the window occasionally. My WHOLE row was empty on my flight home from Florida last month, and I scooted over several times to admire the view. This image makes me think of several things:
- Prison
- The leaking skylight we had in our old house before a bathroom redo
- Ships made of clouds
And here’s my first draft. I thought about how I often think it would be so cool to be able to go out and touch the clouds, and how dreamlike that would be. But mostly, I’m just glad the clouds are there, even if I can’t have them (if you know what I mean). That got me thinking about things we wish for for ourselves but have to be content that they are at least there in the world.
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count)
21 Responses
You are right Laura it is good to enjoy the thing me do have in our lives
Poem By Jessica Bigi
The First T.V
no sound
sticky stars
faded black
and Wight
grandfather
bought one
to watch
world series
boxing
I love how specific this is, Jessica.
You are so right Jessica. The frame of the window reminds me of one of the first TV sets I saw, minus the color of course!!!!!
Good morning. I have not yet received the usual E‑mail notification of a post; I went to your website to check things out. I suppose the “sigh“berspace gremlins are at it once again. Anyway, found the picture and it is perfect for this day.
If Only
Birds eye view:
majestic beauty.
Real time:
eyes frantically
search for elusive
maybes or nots.
I love the 3–4 line wonderful poem
Thanks for letting me know, Martha. Yes–the distance and confidence of a bird would be freeing, wouldn’t it?
No email notice- but I came looking for you!
A CHILD’S IMAGINATION
People live in the clouds up high,
sitting and watching,
and sometimes they cry.
So true Cindy. What a poignant picture! Maybe they are watching those below who are crying, especially a child.
Thanks, Cindy! Love this whole little folktale in this simple but so clear language. Feels like looking into a kid’s head!
I did not get the email this morning, so it is floating around up there somewhere…
This suddenly looked like crashing waves to me, and imagined looking at a storm through a lighthouse window.
Lighthouse Watch
Waves charge
To grimacing
Shore
Gnashing
Crashing
Splashing
Safe from storm
Inside
I am.
Donna JT Smith
I love that you saw this a light house window
Ooh, I love grimacing and all your ‑ashing words. Nice!
Wonderful perspective and I also love those active verbs!
I did not get an email notice either…just realized that something was missing from Thursday morning!
First Flight
riding wings of hope
overcoming the pull of despair
she glides above the storm
I love this smoothness, Buffy. Like someone emerging from depression.
Wonderful view on wishing, Laura.
A Crackled cloud
through magic glasses.
Perspective wowed
’til enchantment passes.
I love that crackled cloud. Such an unexpected pairing of words!
I so enjoy following along on your poetic journeys, Laura. Love your poem today! Here’s my effort:
Perspective
Distance softens
Earthly turmoil
From here it all seems
so minor.
Don’t land the plane!
Ha! I love this reminder to keep perspective. Isn’t that what draws us (or at least me), in part, to oceans and mountains. That knowledge of bigger things, which makes our problems feel minor. Lovely.
TEARS
Tears streaming down
like a mini-waterfall
who knew my window
could cry?
© Charles Waters 2016 all rights reserved.
Your poem made me think of the word “stream” and how we use it this way–I never consciously made that connection before!