daft picture poem

Posted on February 1, 2012 by

Ceiling too low
I want to grow
but it gets in the way of my stretch.

If I bounce a bit
I’ll hit my nose
but at least he’ll wake up at my screech.

This is silly.
I might as well
climb down and go and make tea.

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14 Responses to daft picture poem

  1. pmwanken says:
    February 4, 2012 at 00:57

    :) …glad you didn’t give up on the picture entirely!

    *hugs*

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  2. Mary says:
    February 2, 2012 at 15:58

    At least you had some fun with this picture! It was not one that would inspire me. LOL.

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  3. Donald Harbour says:
    February 1, 2012 at 22:46

    Viv, I had the same reluctance at doing anything with the prompt. For a moment I thought of fishes dangling a hook and catching a unsuspecting human. I did like your movement toward poetry and it’s abandonment for a spot of tea. Earl Grey for me with a slice of peach in it.
    Regards,
    Donald

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  4. ravenswingpoetry says:
    February 1, 2012 at 21:43

    I really like your response! :) This was a hard one for me too, and I ended up going philosophical with it. Glad to see some humor injected. Well done.

    -Nicole

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  5. wordsandthoughtspjs says:
    February 1, 2012 at 19:23

    I agree, Viv. The pic was frustrating to write to, but tea is good.

    Pamela

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  6. Joseph Harker says:
    February 1, 2012 at 18:52

    “Daft” is a good word for it. The picture was rather aggravating, I just started picking things around the room, and lamely went somewhere with it when I noticed I was picking fabrics.

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  7. The Happy Amateur says:
    February 1, 2012 at 18:06

    Both the photo and your poem give me a feel good feeling!

    Reply
  8. b_y says:
    February 1, 2012 at 15:03

    The picture irked me. I put it through a batch of image manipulation processes, smearing it all around, and couldn’t get rid of that ceiling, either.

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  9. Irene says:
    February 1, 2012 at 13:10

    The irreverence is most enjoyable. And tea, that too.

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  10. Sam says:
    February 1, 2012 at 12:46

    Love your poem! It was all the more funny given that I had just read another interpretation of the picture that was quite a bit more serious. :) I suppose that’s what makes poetry so amazing: part of us goes into each poem we write, making every piece and indeed every interpretation different.

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  11. nan says:
    February 1, 2012 at 12:41

    Fun poem, Viv. The photo prompt sent me in a silly direction about low ceilings too! :-D

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  12. Tilly Bud says:
    February 1, 2012 at 09:57

    Great response, Viv!

    I rather like this pic, but I couldn’t do anything with it.

    Reply

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