Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines here)!
Photo: Laura Purdie Salas
It’s a mushroom. Not much else to say! It makes me think of:
1. The eyeball of a giant animal hiding in the grasses
2. An aged wedding dress or a marriage that has faded
3. A hard-boiled egg with bits of the shell still stuck on.
Here’s my poem first draft, in senryu to adhere to my Poetry Month Haiku-a-Day:>)
new-cloud beginning–
“I Do” from four years before–
darkens to “Maybe…”
–Laura Purdie Salas
What does this picture make YOU think of? Whatever enters your mind, jot a quick 15 words or less poem and share it in the comments! Feel free to comment on each others’ poems and tell what your favorite part is:>)
wisp of hair on mother’s face
springing from a soft, brown mole:
beauty—aged, displaced.
Lovely–I especially like that last line…
Coconut shell
afloat on the sea
creating a new yummy
island for me.
Great image! I’m seeing that coconut shell now. Love seeing how everyone’s minds go different directions!
Hi Laura,
I bet you didn’t meant to skip commenting on some of our poems. I know how busy you are, both personally and professionally. You don’t have to comment on my poems (such as they are); I enjoy the exercise. But if you have time, I think Anne McKenna, Janet, Charles Waters, edecaria , and I would enjoy reading your comments and encouragement.
Thanks for your blogs — I always enjoy them!
Pam
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These new-fangled hats!
These new-fangled hats!
A bother, I tell you.
Do I look fat?
Hehehe–love this!
Me, too!
Very funny!
Janet
mushroom, humble
a new life from
decay
&
decay from life
a new,
humble, mushroom
(not sure the “mirror” works, but it’s what came to me first thing)
Reversos are hard! I love humble to describe mushroom, and the decay, too…
Grandmother’s face
has age spots and wrinkles
It’s soft as marshmallow
with little pink sprinkles.
Love line 3, such a wonderful childlike description of a Grandmother’s face:>)
Coconut cookie dropped in the grass.
“Five second rule!”
“No thanks, I’ll pass.”
Clever!
I always pass on coconut cookies (even the ones that don’t drop!). Funny! I hope you’re sharing all your funny poems directly with kids somehow!
Love this!
Time to rest
Look at this place
Have to clean up
Such a disgrace !
- Anne McKenna
Hi Anne–Love the indignant voice of those last two lines!
Thumbelina’s request:
“Please scavenge some puffballs
we’ll need for the party,
delicate treasure
nature’s pinatas.”
This reminded me a favorite childhood fairytale book with exquisite art by Adrienne Segur and specifically Thumbelina.
oops! reminded me * OF a favorite
Nature’s pinatas! Fabulous! Now I have a whole mini-scene playing out in my mind:>)
A NEW CREATION
Mother pushing new creation
through Beryl verdure –
A mushroom crowning.
(c) Charles Waters 2012 all rights reserved.
Ooh, I am simultaneously enthralled and repulsed by this image of Mother Nature giving birth to this mushroom. Fabulous concept! And a vocab smackdown, as I had to look up both beryl and verdure. I figured verdure was green but wasn’t sure of the specific implications it might carry. Woot! I will remember this one!
Thanks Laura. I love how you wrote you were enthralled and repulsed! It’s like a Quentin Tarantino film. Congrats again on all your recent success.
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Unsteel those menacing, mocha eyes.
Shed your headdress.
Loosen a smile.
Let’s lay here awhile.
So many great words in here–Unsteel, menacing, and shed/headdress are my favorites! Like the extra spacing before line 4, too. Nice!
Time peels away
our true selves
and turns us into
fungi for elves.
Love how you play with the words–just exactly how I hope people will use these photo-prompts. This is my favorite! The juxtaposition of the big thought (how we all die and decay) and the whimsy of elves! What a mash-up! Or maybe I should say mush-up:>)
Deep in the grass
Little deaths await
If you eat one
Amanita seals your fate
Why isn’t that a pie?
It looks like a pie,
But it tastes like…
Mushroom.
(Not much of a poem, but those are the words that came to mind almost instantly. LOL!)
I’m sprouting. I’m growing.
I think I might pop!
I’m stretching. I’m changing.
When will it stop?
Ooh, it does look like a filled-to-bursting mushroom, doesn’t it? Fun!
And I enjoy reading your comments on other poems. It’s always interesting to see what parts disserent readers respond to.
Once a star, time tugs
hard at your imperfections
left with crunchy leaves.
These are all great btw!
I like the phrase “time tugs,” and I’m intrigued by the contrast between a star and crunchy leaves.
I love the sense of decay and disintegration I get here, Catherine.
Well those brown bits looked crispy and old to me
Thanks! I realise all the others have four lines oops!
This really put the imagination to the test, Laura. I love the wedding idea-those lacy edges! Here is mine:
It’s time,
brown mask flaking,
Nearly revealed,
I am waking.
Will you still love me?
I really like the shift in the last line.
Ooh, Linda! I adore this! This might be a far cry from your actual intention, but I heard sad music and a being coming back from the dead, unsure of what her reception would be…so melancholy.
Package said mixed seeds.
Did not expect to grow
an eye -
or more beneath?
- ellie
Loved the idea of this being an eyeball, Laura.
Your poem is so sad!
I like the idea of more surprises to come.
Love that ominous ending! See, THIS is why I don’t garden:)