Laura Salas is taking the month of July off from blogging. She asked if I would like to host 15 words or less photopoetry for the month and I said sure! This is no pressure, lots of fun. If you’re not familiar with it, you can read the guidelines here.
Here’s this week’s picture.
What does this make you think of? Which side are you on? Did you just drop something in the hole? Has someone dared you to put your hand inside? Where does the picture send your imagination?
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. Basically look at the picture and write a poem of 15 words or less inspired by the photo. Please add your byline to the poem so I can include it in the poetry Friday roundup.
Go on. You know you want to.
cornflakes and scales
bone rails –
we live in chains.
Re: Tethered Lives
Love the phrase cornflakes and scales. That line’s going to stick with me.
Don’t know what it’s for
But over by the door
Hole there in the floor
This made me smile, Slatts. Funny how I was thinking wall but now that you said floor I’m looking at it differently.
truth be known…
I saw the hole in the wall, too!
Into the Darkness.
Or climb in
And find out what’s really there.
I’m not brave enough to peer in. Are you? 🙂
Susan, you CLIMB IN every day of your life. I know this. And I try. 🙂
Trust, Adventure, Imagination
No one knows
what’s inside a hole,
or a world of
Re: Trust, Adventure, Imagination
Nice, Diane. Anything is possible inside a hole, isn’t it? 🙂
one minuscule crack
one infinitesimal drop of moisture
one process of oxidization
one unexpected delight
Once again I forgot the byline!
by Diane Mayr
One unexpected and creative poem! Nice job, Diane.
Dry peeling skin
made him groan
low and eerie
like midnight’s moan.
Ooh how wonderfuly creepy!
Aim for the next
Yes, it’s always about taking that leap, isn’t it?
If Willy Loman Had a Sex Change
Death of a Suburban Mother and Saleswoman, circa 1950s
That iron did
me no good
I threw it
To hell with
Re: If Willy Loman Had a Sex Change
Wow, Pamela, a whole story right here in so few words. Nice!
Never listen to sixth grade kids –
“Put your nose here,”
~ Susan Stephenson
Oh Susan – too too funny! Thank you.
Fix – now please
For you never know
how big I will become
Maybe eternal ugliness
– Anne McKenna
I wondered where yours was this week Anne!
Ain’t that the truth, if we don’t fix it, it just grows and grows.