Poem Tryouts: Stop and Smell That Rose

23 Feb

10:52 a.m. — San Antonio

listening to Paul Simon’s album Graceland — one of my favourites

Hello, all. We seem to think it’s Spring down in this part of Texas. The trees are suddenly green and the birds are going nuts. Clearly, none of them watch the Weather Channel, because the forecast says we freeze tonight. Temperatures are dropping for the next several days. So, let us find our peaceful spot, visually.

Yes, it is image day. Yay! I am posting an image and you may respond to the scene you see but, if you want some fun, find a site with paintings and sift through until you find the painting that makes your insides relax. Post the painting (with attribution) with your poetic response to it.

Whenever I come across the Monet below, I pause and everything in me slows down and relaxes. If I were to pinpoint what affects me, it’s the boat, something about the way it faces, its colour, its bare mast and the still water.

boat on canal

Find your peaceful spot and I look forward to seeing them and reading your poems. The poem does not have to have anything to do with you, or with the painting, but should probably involve peacefulness in some way.

I shall see you Thursday for links and next Tuesday (Hello March) for our next prompt.

Happy writing, all.


Posted by on 23/02/2016 in exercises, poems, poetry


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41 responses to “Poem Tryouts: Stop and Smell That Rose

  1. pmwanken

    23/02/2016 at 11:53 am

    Howdy, neighbor!! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Here’s mine:

  2. Sasha A. Palmer

    23/02/2016 at 12:13 pm

    summer on the water
    bare masts pierce the sky
    still time

    • whimsygizmo

      23/02/2016 at 12:15 pm

      “pierce the sky” — YES.

      • Sasha A. Palmer

        23/02/2016 at 1:57 pm


        P.S. What’s the name of the painting? Just curious.

    • Hannah Gosselin

      24/02/2016 at 7:15 pm

      So neat…like the masts are putting a thumb-tack in time…slowing it down for the moment. Beautiful Sasha.

      • C.C.

        24/02/2016 at 9:00 pm

        “a thumb-tack in time”–love this comment, Hannah ๐Ÿ™‚

    • C.C.

      24/02/2016 at 9:00 pm

      If only ‘stilling’ time were possible!!

      • margo roby

        25/02/2016 at 2:01 pm

        It is. It’s a matter of deciding to. That sounds simplistic, but you’d be surprised.

    • margo roby

      25/02/2016 at 1:59 pm

      Nice. Haiku suits, Sasha.

  3. whimsygizmo

    23/02/2016 at 12:14 pm

    I always love hearing what you’re listening to, Margo, though I can’t write (or think, really) and listen to music at the same time. (Though I CAN walk and chew gum. Go figure.) ๐Ÿ˜‰

    I’m here, and thankful for this slice of peace this morning. Thank you!

    • whimsygizmo

      23/02/2016 at 12:15 pm

      PS: It’s north-wind blustery here in So Nevada today, too, after many days of early spring weather. Happy to need my sweater again. We’ll be sweatING, soon enough.

    • Misky

      23/02/2016 at 4:00 pm

      Nor can I. I need quiet. I don’t chew gum, but I can still walk.

    • margo roby

      25/02/2016 at 2:04 pm

      Anytime you need a slice, de.

  4. Sasha A. Palmer

    23/02/2016 at 1:49 pm

    The Passive Voice posted this quote today:

    “The ships hung in the sky, much the way that bricks donโ€™t.”

    Douglas Adams


  5. barbcrary

    23/02/2016 at 2:01 pm

    Graceland is my all-time favorite album, Margo. I never tire of it.

    • margo roby

      25/02/2016 at 2:04 pm

      I agree, Barbara. I love, love, love his voice.

  6. georgeplace2013

    23/02/2016 at 9:02 pm

    Hello All
    I’ll be back to read and comment tomorrow- Goodnight, Sweet dreams.

    • margo roby

      25/02/2016 at 2:05 pm

      I read your comment shortly before going to bed, myself. Very nice.

  7. julespaige

    24/02/2016 at 7:20 am

    Just a tad strapped for time these days… so it seems.
    There is some connection to your theme from this piece I already wrote so that’s what I offer:
    Inevitable Silence

    • margo roby

      24/02/2016 at 8:01 am

      It’s good to see you, Jules, no matter what. I’ll be back to read, later.

      • julespaige

        24/02/2016 at 12:59 pm

        Take your time…
        I do a half awake bit in the morning and then again more if I don’t nap while Little Miss does…

  8. Walt Wojtanik

    24/02/2016 at 10:17 am

  9. barbara_y

    24/02/2016 at 1:42 pm

    Had to work a bit to find my peaceful spot, but it was a nice day’s work.

    • margo roby

      25/02/2016 at 2:17 pm

      I’d enjoy the work. It was, of course, serendipitous, the finding.

  10. Hannah Gosselin

    24/02/2016 at 4:34 pm

    Thank you, Margo…I can see why the boat and water have that effect…thank you for sharing this place.

    Here’s my place:


  11. C.C.

    24/02/2016 at 8:58 pm

    I love trees and any pictures of trees always make me feel peaceful, so that’s the direction I went…..:

    • margo roby

      25/02/2016 at 2:32 pm

      I understand the tree thing. I have a folder full. If an artist can get them right, that is usually what pulls me to a painting.

  12. julespaige

    25/02/2016 at 12:50 pm

    The rain has stopped, but the creek is still rising!
    Well at least there is water in the piece, just because you like haibun:

    After the Thunderous Rains
    (a 99 word haibun)

    The music that is spring is trying to erupt. It is evident though
    that winter is still holding the reigns of this galloping season.
    Just last night we had a tornado warning for our area. Today,
    without much sun, bundled, Little Miss and I took the uphill
    route around the block. She running most of the way. And I
    thinking; good, sheโ€™ll have a nice nap after lunch.

    Insisting on her standard fair…barely able to finish; cookies
    would have to wait wait until she woke up.

    prancing toward dreams
    barely awake for her food
    the child nodded off


    • margo roby

      25/02/2016 at 2:41 pm

      I like the story in the poem, Jules, and love the haiku.

  13. memadtwo

    26/02/2016 at 6:46 am


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