I've mentioned before that I've got a black thumb. Even when I buy gorgeous, pre-potted plants, I can't really keep them alive all summer. The pots on the deck are now a gothic mixture of beauty and death. Still some lovely blooms despite a high of 57 yesterday, but plenty of neglected, brown stems and dead flowers, too.
What does this image make you think of? A fancy dance at a nursing home? An experiment in science class? A Mother's Day bouquet you gave or got? Take whatever thought comes to you and write a quick 15 Words or Less poem. Share it in the comments, with your name as you'd like your byline to be after it, and I'll post it tomorrow. Check out the guidelines by clicking on the 15 Words or Less button in the sidebar. Have fun!
- Mood:
tired - Music:The Wall (Pink Floyd)





Comments
her wrinkled smile,
outlined in
ruby red.
Seventy years-
and still livin'.
-Penny McGinnis
Seem to float
Above the grass.
In fierce screaming technicolor
---Pat Schmatz
Like flowers
we flare
with heavenly
hues
briefly concealing
the evidence
of our
decay.
--Diane Mayr
(Can you tell what kind of mood I'm in?)
I mind-sifted through a few thoughts before landing on this; I'm satisfied with the direction it went :).
Fragrant aroma, intrinsic beauty,
Postured Godward--
A single-bloom reminder
Worship
Is not about me.
Robin @ PENSIEVE
http://pensieve.typepad.com/pensiev
glow defiance--
a summer of survival
leaves no fear of frost.
Kathy Quimby
wordsrmylife
Glow defiance--love that.
Anyway, thanks for the tip!
Quick!
Pluck it, dye it, cover it,
Deny it.
Dorothy at http://fieldstonecottage.blogspot.com/
Mary Belle
You don't need
to display your parade
every day.
diane m davis
Poised,
Waiting,
For a sprinkle
Of hope.
Marianne Nielsen