Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #21
Can you believe we made it to week 21? Was it worth waiting for? I hope so. I know I’ve been having tons of fun along the way.
The Challenge
We have all become quite accustomed to waiting these days. But is what we are waiting for, well, worth the wait? Only time will tell. In the meantime, your challenge is to write a poem about something or someone who is worth waiting for using at least five of the following paint chip words and phrases: field of poppies, nursery, pine, looking glass, disco fever, iris, and tulips in spring.
Here’s My Poem
If I hadn’t randomly pulled these words from the paint chip box myself, I would doubt they were truly random. When five of the seven have to do with plants, it does seem incredibly unlikely. But stranger things have happened and I’m tickled that these are the words and phrases for this week’s poem.
The End of Winter
Winter is long and often cold
But its end is worth waiting for
Warmer days are to pure gold
Tulips in spring are the first sign
A trip to the nursery foretold
Flower and plants galore
Prolific iris bulbs so bold
My favorite garden blooms
A field of poppies unfolds
Coloring a hillside in bloom
No need to ever behold
Life through the looking glass
Or pine for spring days of old
Because each spring comes anew
Your Turn
I can’t wait to read what you all have to share. Post your poem in the comments below, or post it on your blog and link to your poem in the comments.
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Here is mine, Linda! 🙂
https://revivedwriter.wordpress.com/2020/05/27/hope-undying/
Here is my attempt! 🌷
https://myfreshpages.wordpress.com/2020/05/26/worth-waiting-for/?preview=true
Wow 21, really? https://mehflowers.wordpress.com/2020/05/22/when-spring-looks-effortless/
I know, hard to believe.
I Once Had A Job
I once had a job involving cars and trucks
I helped make them go by pumping the gas
This job was not fun, and I had to move on
Searching intensely with my looking glass
I once had a job delivering flowers and birds
An iris, roses, and tulips in the spring
But I could not deliver a field of poppies
And I couldn’t make the songbird sing
I once had a job of removing the pine
Cutting the weeds and preparing the soil
So began the nursery of plants and shrubs
But the work wasn’t easy and how I did toil
I once had a job guarding the entry to the club
Showing drunks to the door if they caught disco fever
Some jobs for me were clearly not worth waiting for
I severed them cleanly with a swift heavy cleaver
Very clever.
Clever indeed!
I always look forward to your response to these paint-chips, Ron.
Thanks for all the kind words — they translate to extra encouragement for me.
That is an amazing selection of paint chips! I expected the field of poppies to be red, but they must be Californian poppies. The ones in my poem are yellow and orange Welsh poppies. I even have a photo taken earlier today (ahead of the prompt). https://suestrifles.wordpress.com/paint-chip-poetry/
I love your poem! And your columbine is exquisite. Thanks for joining in the fun.
Thank you for setting the challenges.
WoW, your poetic words just flow!
Thank you. 😊