Paint Chip Short Verse Part 3
It’s week three of my August prompts and today, as I write this two days early, it is suddenly much cooler. The hot August temps disappeared overnight. And that is the inspiration for my poem today.
The Challenge
But first, the challenge for the day. The three paint chip words and phrase for today are breath of fresh air, bronze, and chanterelle. And there will be negative bonus points for anyone who tries to convince me, via their poem, that chanterelles are good to eat.
As with the last two weeks, I’m asking for a poem of exactly 31 words, not counting the title. Of course, a title is optional. You could also write one 31-word stanza for each of the prompt words and phrase, for one longer poem. Or just write more than one poem if more than one of these paint chips appeals to you.
My Poem
Temperatures plummet
to below average while
winds carry wildfire smoke
eastward
and finally I can inhale
a breath of fresh air
I love the warmth of August
but this we needed
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Your poem is beautifully written, Linda! Working on mine. 🙂
I meant to comment on your eastward movement, Linda – great layout. In case anyone missed my pingback here’s the link to mine. https://suestrifles.wordpress.com/2021/08/21/paint-chip-31-word-poem-breath-of-fresh-air/
Thanks. I like using the Verse block in the WordPress editor because it allows for different formatting like that. 😊
I haven’t tried that yet, but I like headings, which allow links. Revamped my contents page this week.
Didn’t take the first time..
A fun prompt after a grueling week. A poem for each word, untitled.
Hurricane winds expected Sunday in my area. Another ocean trip quelled! Oh well, land-locked!
Please pray for minimal to no damage.
Chanterelle and I never kissed
Morels and portabellas leave sweet whispers on my lips
Apricot hues and visions of the sea
Grow in the wood tempting me
But I’ve been warned
Humidity is a heavy blanket
Bleached clouds block the sun
From inside I think
A breath of fresh air!
But still life in the trees
Say otherwise
Exhale
An accepted sigh
Am I brass or bronze
Am I hard or strong
Each an alloy
I too an alloy
Nature and Spirit
Oh to be an ally
And not just cohabit
That’s braun
The first comment came through, but I’m glad you added your prayer request in this one. I will pray for safety and protection. I’ve never been in a hurricane and I don’t think I would want to.
Oh this was fun after a not-so-fun week! One poem for each. All untitled.
Chanterelle and I never kissed
Morels and portabellas leave sweet whispers on my lips
Apricot hues and visions of the sea
Grow in the wood tempting me
But I’ve been warned
Humidity is a heavy blanket
Bleached clouds block the sun
From inside I think
A breath of fresh air!
But still life in the trees
Say otherwise
Exhale
An accepted sigh
Am I brass or bronze
Am I hard or strong
Each an alloy
I too an alloy
Nature and Spirit
Oh to be an ally
And not just cohabit
That’s braun
Your channel l chanterelle poem made me chuckle so I’m not deducting bonus points after all. 😁
Your third poem is my favorite. Oh to be an ally indeed.
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Chanterelle
Chanterelle growing at my feet
They are but mushrooms, wild and elite
You cannot find them in the street
This short poem would be incomplete
Without mentioning they’re good to eat
(I have too many bonus points, so deduct away)
Hahahahaha! I knew you would pick that one. I just knew it.
Yes, well it was like you were waving a red flag in front of a bull.
Good one, Ron! XD
It can get too hot in summer. It often gets too cold in winter. I didn’t know what a chanterelle was, but those negative bonus points made me look it up.
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Midnight
At midnight taking a breath of fresh air
without the moon nor others on the street
I pray that my imaginations there
all come from God who makes the breathing sweet.
What a lovely little verse. It feels very peaceful.
And I’m glad that, once you looked it up, you steered clear of the chanterelle. 😊
Sweet poem. I agree with Linda, peaceful. May our imaginations all come from God.
Thank you, Mary!