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.

The Challenge

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.

My Poem

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

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


17 Responses

  1. 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
    Non-GMO, gluten-free
    Before my gut billowed like the sea
    I could have faced them valiantly
    And watched who met whose match

  2. Trying not to focus
    on the fact I don’t like
    the taste
    and stay aware of all
    it’s benefits
    I stare into my cup
    of matcha green tea –
    help me Jesus.

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

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