Credit: Catarina Carvalho
Another close-up image this week! What does this grass make you think of? Jungles? Daisy crowns? Making music with a blade of grass? 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. Leave your poem in a comment, and I'll repost it tomorrow!
Please remember to put your byline after your poem. Thanks!
- Mood:
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Comments
They can't see me.
I'm safe.
by Lydia
Continuous
rain, the grass
grows unabated.
Slowly, drip,
my spirits, drip,
erode, drip,
away.
Love the repetition of drip.
my feet roam free;
Verdant and lush,
a prickled
velvet carpet
their bounty.
Robin ~ PENSIEVE
http://www.pensieve.me
a prickled
velvet carpet
Great juxtaposition. So true. The grass always LOOKS so soft, but no.
rumbles and shakes
my soul
but the grass
raises it's arms
in prayerful
gratitude.
Diane M. Davis
Gazing at summer's sky
hidden in a grassy sea
perhaps there's Someone
looking down at me?
~Melissa
With machetes
Make way for
An elephant stampede
-- Randy
(hmmm -- stampede ...)
gently gyrating
the multitudes move
to what Fr. Mockingbird is saying.
Amen!
Nature's Pews
Gerald E. White
2July2009
gritty shells in paper cups on the sill
summer's informality
by Martha Calderaro
on a hot summer day.
Ahhhh
each blade of grass
does it's own thing
mass rebellion !!
- Anne McKenna
Lush
Lands
Eyes
Redden
Gaze
Inflaming
Edges of
Sight
Spoiling
Unexpected
Clover
Kiss
~Sheri Doyle
Great acrostic -- did you put this in the comments over at Tricia's Poetry Stretch (at The Miss Rumphius Effect)?
Green spikes growing--
a yard of toe ticklers
waiting for a summer of
bare feet
Happy Fourth of July, Laura! I just hope we get a little sunshine this holiday weekend. We've had miserable weather this past month.
Hope y'all have some sunshine. (We need rain desperately, but not tomorrow:>)
I seek to find
My future;
Where is the grass greener?
Susie A.
www.beautifulvisionofyou.blogspot.com
found splendor in the grass
Water can wait
while love rains down
-Pamela Ross, wondering if Mother Goose is rolling over in her grave
Love this poem. Makes me laugh, but then those last two lines...wow. That should be emblazoned somewhere!