Paint Chip Short Verse Part 2
It’s week two of my paint chip short verse challenge. As I mentioned last week, I’m pressed for time right now, beholden to the deadlines of publishers. My self imposed deadlines have taken a back seat. But I didn’t want to let the paint chip prompts languish entirely.
This week’s paint chip words and phrases are corn maze, obsidian, and matcha.
Once again, I would like you to pick just one of these words or phrases and write a poem of exactly 31 words (because there are 31 days in August). The title, if you want to have one, is not included in the word count.
If you’re feeling super ambitious, you could write a separate poem using each of the paint chips. I won’t be doing that, but you certainly could.
Share your poem or poems in the comments or post on your own blog or website and drop a link in the comments.
I’ve decided to work with obsidian today. It is a beautiful stone.
Dark Beauty red hot magma spews forth violently from living volcano yet quickly cools in night air hardens surrounding landscape into dark obsidian dull and ordinary polished becomes shining black beauty prized stone
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Down with the stomach bug. Not fun, but it is useful to the prompt. Hyphenated words I counted as 1. Is that correct?
A contest Never Fought
I read matcha is quite the tea
promising instant energy
Before my gut billowed like the sea
I could have faced them valiantly
And watched who met whose match
Sorry to hear you’re not feeling well. It did not impede your creativity one iota. This has to be the best poem ever involving matcha.
And yes, hyphenated words count as one.
Thank you Linda!
That is a brilliant poem! Well done, and I hope you’re feeling better soon.
I’m glad your poem reminded me what obsidian is, Linda! I can’t remember what matcha is either, so that limited my choice! https://suestrifles.wordpress.com/2021/08/14/paint-chip-poem-with-31-words-corn-maze/
Trying not to focus
on the fact I don’t like
and stay aware of all
I stare into my cup
of matcha green tea –
help me Jesus.
Hahahahaha! That’s so funny! Thank you for the afternoon chuckle.
I like matcha, but this is funny! I do remember the first time I tried it…. XD
Obsidian is a beautiful stone when polished as you mention in your poem.
I remember once around Mexico City’s tourist sites seeing carvings made out of it perhaps to some of the Aztec gods. I lost the souvenir I purchased long ago.
I tossed that shiny god of glassy black
obsidian I bought one careless day,
or lost it somewhere. I don’t know.
Thank God, it’s gone. I now can try to pray.
I like how you incorporated this memory into your poem.
Nice obsidian poem. I remember the matcha prompt, and nearly everyone had to look it up.
Your prompt word of “corn maze” and a baseball game I watched last night inspired to me write a poem about the Field of Dreams. I came no where close to containing it to 31 words, but I figured I would share it here for a few “invaluable” bonus points.