Photo: Laura Purdie Salas
Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines here)!
Here’s a close-up of my boy, Captain Jack Sparrow. He wants you to write a poem. How can you resist?
This makes me think of:
1) Black roots when a person needs a dye job
2) The moment before death for a hunted animal
3) Bubble gum
And here’s my poem first draft:
Frozen
Still in the forest
Eyes telescoping
Breath hopingStill on the wall
No hope left at all
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Oh dear. I wanted a cheery poem, and this is not that. Oh, well. What do you think of when you look at this picture? Take any quick idea and jot down a 15 Words or Less poem. It doesn’t have to rhyme or describe this picture. This is just a jumping-off spot. And this is just a fun exercise–don’t worry about creating a polished poem right now!
P.S. I am at NCTE! Yay! But that means I won’t be able to reply to your poems this week. I will read them on my phone, however, and enjoy the little messages of creativity throughout the day:>)
DINNER TIME
Focus! Watch the master’s niece.
She almost always drops a piece.
EYE SEE YOU
I won’t be your supper,
No thanks, I insist
Leave me alone
BANG …
you missed.
(c) Charles Waters 2012 all rights reserved.
Wag (beginning of a poem I wrote for missrumphiuseffect…)
soft and furry
brown and white,
my dog Wag
is pure delight–
licks my face…
hypnotized
by the pattern
you see
camouflaged
i see you
from a different angle
vulnerable
Oooh, this one is a thought provoker! I like the wording-powerful and very smooth. Great job!
Waiting
His body melts
on the cool tile floor;
Eyes trained on
an open backdoor.
Very good! I can just picture my lab doing this… The wording is excellent!
That Look
Empty dish?
Need a walk?
How I wish
you could talk!
Oh this is great! I love how you captured the feeling of frustrated amusement! Perfect title, too.
Fun rhymes! Seems like this could turn into a longer poem about all the things the dog might say if he could talk….
Dog View
The view
from behind
my eye
makes you
makes the world
appear
white and black.
Oooh, this is great! Very powerful wording. Nice job!
I like the idea in this poem, and how you wrote “white and black” instead of the typical “black and white”.
Thanks Janelle,for the careful reading. I hadn’t realized I’d done this. Now you’ve sent me into some introspection. Guess that is why I’m a poet.
Nope, that’s definitely not cheery, Laura. But it’s powerful. I like lines 2 and 3 the best.
PLEASE?
Without a sound,
Without a word,
Using only his eyes–
He makes himself heard.
Oh, I love this! Wonderful wording- I can see it perfectly!
Thank you, Amelia!
I also wanted to thank you for always responding with positive encouragement to everyone’s poems every Thursday! I know it helps me, especially if I’m not loving my poem. Thanks!
You’re welcome. I always appreciate it when people comment on my poems, and like to return the favor. Plus, I love reading what everyone comes up with each week, and I hope to encourage people to keep on writing!
I saw it from the deer’s angle, then from the hunter’s angle. I counted my hyphenated words as one word
Circle of Life
Hunted—
monocular-binocular
inspection
detection
perception
dejection
Hunter—
binocular-monocular
observation
admiration
palpitation
sustentation
Circle of Life
Love your choice of words in this!
You captured it!!!
Oops. This was for Amelia and it jumped right up here
Thank you very much!
Soulful stare.
“Life isn’t fair.
Do you care?”
I do.
I share.
I love the ending, the simple, honest voice, and of course, your rhyme – every time. How do you manage?
Thanks, Ellie. I love rhyme. But ask me to talk in front of people, or cook a gourmet dinner, or, well, you get the picture. I would fall flat- Splat!
I love your poem, too. It’s beautiful.
I love this! I especially like your first line and the last.
Oh Laura – your last line. Gulp. Here’s mine:
Through the lips,
thoughts form words.
Through the eyes -
true feelings.
That is so true. Great job!
How true!
Thanksgiving–
old dog awakens
for a whiff
© Diane Mayr
I’m an old dog when it comes to Thanksgiving. What a whiff!
Nice poem.
I like this, especially the use of “whiff”.
I posted this at Miss Rumphius last week, but it seems to fit here this week.
Dog Haiku
Dog stares up at me,
the food on my plate his god.
Me he likes just fine.
–Kate Coombs (Book Aunt)
Cute…and true
That’s great!
Oh, please?
Just one bit!
You know I want it!
See? I’ll sit!
Treat gone
I like the rhymes!
Thank you!