Paint Chip Short Verse Part 4
It’s already the fourth Friday in August! I can’t believe how quickly this month is flying by. I’m glad I decided to do this short verse prompts this month and have been delighted at some of the lovely poems you all have been inspired to write.
The Challenge
This week the paint chip words and phrases you have to choose from are acorn, pearl, and black hole. The color scheme reminds me fall is just around the corner and summer will have to come to an end. But for now, let’s write some beautiful or exciting or joyous summer verses.
Please pick just one of these words or phrases and write a poem of exactly 31 words, not counting the title. You can actually omit a title if you like.
Post your poem in the comments, or post it on your own blog or website and share a link in the comments. Invite your friends and readers to come join the fun.
My Poem
hidden in an oyster’s slime a tiny grit of sand sublime is transformed into a beauty deep opalescent pearl as it sleeps God transfigures my grit too into something brand new
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Here is mine.
A hopeful theme with summer included. 🙂
Three poems, no titles
January I sunk into the black hole
Dug with last year’s chisel
A summer sparkle now traces the edge
Showing me all is not lost
True light always finds a way
A child, I grew among the trees
Even tasted acorns on paths beneath my feet
Giant oaks from bitter seeds
Houses filled with possibilities
There is hope in every bitter thing
A string of pearls real or faux
Look the same, hard to tell
It takes a jeweler with a well-trained eye
What about you and I
It takes an all-seeing eye
I love all three of these. Great job seamlessly incorporating each paint chip. Your descriptive words make each small verse come alive.
I forgot to add my link here https://suestrifles.wordpress.com/2021/08/28/paint-chip-31-word-verse-acorn/ Am I being too imaginative if I see my poem as an upside-down acorn or, if I imagine a line round the poem including the title, an oak tree? (Previews don’t format it correctly)
Looks like an upside-down acorn to me. 😊
https://childrencount.wordpress.com/2021/08/27/last-august-poetry-challenge/
https://ronrowland.com/my-black-hole-soliloquy/
I especially liked the last two lines of your poem. May God transform all of our grit.
—————–
I much prefer a purple moon,
a wonder I can see,
than any black hole scientists
might think that there might be,
but that’s just me, admittedly,
preferring what I see.
I agree. I’m glad you chose black hole for your poem.