The uber busy Laura Salas, aka laurasalas is battling the elements and off on a round of school visits. (Lucky schools.) She asked if I would like to host 15 words or less photopoetry this week and I said sure! This is no pressure, lots of fun. If you’re not familiar with it, you can read the guidelines here.
What does this make you think of? A dog fight waiting to happen? Making friends? Staying as far away as possible? Your allergies?
If you’d like to play, just choose any topic this image makes come to your mind and write a quick 15 Words or Less poem. Your poem doesn’t have to describe this photo. The picture is just a jumping-off point. If you’ve never played before, check out the guidelines in the sidebar. Leave your poem in a comment and I’ll include it in my post of poems tomorrow. Have fun with it!
Here are yesterday’s poems:
PEANUT BUTTER
by C Federoff
Stuck.
To my nose.
To my lips.
To the roof of my mouth.
Peanut Butter.
~ardentreader
WHEN DOGS MEET
Nose to nose
to nose
quivering
whining
one by one
by one
tails
wag.
–Diane Mayr
give the ball
to the little guy
no one will suspect
the halfback sneak
–halfmoon_mollie
First one
to the rotting, stinking bone
wins.
Huh! Two! Three!
GO!
–Becky Levine
Winnie the poohi
A circle of three,
Air, earth and sea;
Strength, justice and spirit
Love, hope and dreams..
The holy trinity
–mylifeinrhymingwords.blogspot.com
Synchronizing smells
Meeting of minds
Evolving telepathy
Life in community
We can all get along
–vlpalmquist
Trio of trouble
We’ll always be
Friends times three,
You, her, me.
Let’s go shopping, Whee!
Cindyb
Old Friends Meet
After
A
long
absence
Introductions are needed
but
someone
is facing
the wrong
Way
— hulabunny
Staring contest
You’re right in front of me
Gazing, contemplating, scrutinizing
But you can’t really see me
— smokingtoaster
A SHORT TAIL
Barking stories.
Territories.
Dogs are staring.
Nostrils flaring.
Lots of sniffing.
No more tiffing.
Friends in making.
Tails are shaking.
— by Kelly Polark
You may be big
I may be small
But our noses
Feel just
the
Same
— Jen Lehmann
Spun the bottle
Twice,
Now there’s three
Nose to nose
Kisses.
— Marianne H. Nielsen
Move Over
You’re in my way.
Why don’t you move?
Can you not see?
I’m ignoring you.
— Judy
Detente is over
Tried sniffing butts
Now the only solution left
Is war between the mutts
Rick Wainright
Triangle of browns and gold;
a quick sniff before
these puppies dash
for the bone.
I was off at a confernce and missed this upon my return.
Love it all but especially the first line!
This never happens to me, but the poem came instantly:
Now a grown-up
I wish
that making new friends
was as easy
as touching noses.
I missed this as it came after I got back from my conference.
I love this as making friends is very difficult for me and dogs, doggone them, make it look so easy.