From 2001: Poetic imagery 101 exercise you mind

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Unmasked Poet's Poetic imagery 101

Describe the scene: invite the reader in and try to create a mood. Do not give a narration.

The scene:
A pebble or rock hits the water

The requirements:
One stanza
20 to 25 words

taboo words:
Wave
Radiate
Pebble
Rock
Stone
Splash
Water
I


Example:
smooth in my palm
searching for protected places
silence slices a round arc
whiplash from my wrist
skip, skip, skip
sink


Good luck. Extra points for rhyme.
 
clouds reflected on black swamp surface
cattail antennae
half lidded frog eyes
my arm swings
Plop...
clouds and eyes
disappear
 
Tathagata said:
clouds reflected on black swamp surface
cattail antennae
half lidded frog eyes
my arm swings
Plop...
clouds and eyes
disappear
Thanks for playing, monkey.

Here are some results from the original challenge:

by savage kitten:
sanguine flight
slicing air
smooth descent
silent echo
skimming some
spray mist
sensual ripple
splendorous dance
serene descent
sinking deep

~~~~~~~~~~~

by perks:
slick silvery moon mirror
shattered
scattering rain
reflecting Mercurius rivulets

~~~~~~~~~~~

by TheDR4ke:
Elements' boundaries,
Unending struggle,
Wind, sun and storm
Weather away, until
Silent absorption
Follows the tumble
Of age old black into
Blue.

~~~~~~~~~~~

by katpurrs:
A snap of the wrist
And fingers toss
Shiny jasper
Time has glossed
A quiet blip
And rings emboss
Into infinity
 
weight and water crash,
a slash of river wrists
in fists of tiny floods,
transparent bloods that heal
again to take and seal their maker.
 
Set in motion after aeons,
a sleeping giant
rumbles and crackles
toward an inverted sky.
A spray of tears,
a monumental swallow.
Then silence.
 
bye bye

under the palm
submarine toss
over the salt suds
three skips, it's lost...
fill hand with beer
activity closed
just elbow bending
deposit under nose
 
Lifted from the sand,
Brushed free of grit,
Rubbed smooth in the hand,
Hefted and turned to fit,
Then unbidden it flew,
From hand to air to surface,
Driving ducks askew,
But, that was the purpose.



(Not sure if that's too much narrative or not<g>...but there ya go)
 
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Ping
like an atom
propelled from mountains
arcs past pluperfect blue

Plop
the glass circumference,
displaces stillness
concentrics rise singing
 
Smooth surface reflecting sky
broken images like
fragments of memories.
Empty handed
watching the ripples spread.
 
'plop' is a great word.





plop!
ripple
scold
"Stop that!
It's there for walking,
not throwing in ponds."
then
when nobody's watching
plop!
ripple
and dream
of being seven
again
 
Motionless,
Looking down on mirrored twilight,
Half-bemused by fading light.
Sudden motion breaks the quiet.
Reaction sends out rings beyond his sight
Into the night.
 
Silently watch the
disappearance
beneath the rippling dapples
of a moonlit dance.
Gracefully sink
into the mud
suspended
in a trance.
 
Bumping this since it's been a couple of years and there are lots of new poets on the board. ;)
 
the two-thirds element doing mirror trick
geese fly magic's bending point
leaves masquerade color wheel
mountain wrinkles promote aging
shatter drop breaks still life

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Ego, Letter, Pond

How surface caves,
then lifts and launches drip
after that one hard and plaintive
plunk.
Sad and happy, unsteady, sick.
 
The requirements:
One stanza
20 to 25 words

taboo words:
Wave
Radiate
Pebble
Rock
Stone
Splash
Water
I

~~~~~~~~~



shiny slides
skip

skip

skip
sinking into the oblivious underworld.
watching, as ripples reflect a blurred tree
waving at me ....




~~ does me count as I ?
... thinking yes :eek: , but one tends to bend
with weather and time ~
 
Summer Meteors

bullets of carbon
strike
.............the glass lake
like

dirty-faced children
with grubby fingernails
full of orange Kool-Aid
three hours past bedtime
out with Grandma
and far from home.
 
Summer Scene

distant
thunder
sunshiny
steam

impact

tire thrown
granite
gravel
met
rain puddle

a
gray isle
in a rusty sea
beside
the
Southern
road
 
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