Writing prompt for issue 14.2

Seaside bench photo by Craig: https://www.flickr.com/photos/salinaspoet/79446431/

For the tinywords issue 14.2 writing prompt we’ve chosen a bench along Asilomar Beach, Pacific Grove, California. (Image courtesy of Craig.) We hope you’ll have a seat and spend a little time here inspired by the power and beauty of the surf. Let your thoughts soar with that seagull flying along the coast. Write a tiny poem or two. We invite you to add your best efforts to the comment box below.

We’ll include the stand-out poems in our forthcoming issue, tinywords 14.2, due out in early September.

Regular submissions will also continue to be accepted for the fall issue at our submission page through Friday, August 22nd.

Thanks for stopping by.

154 Responses

  1. Alan Summers Says:

    the hunched heron
    all these blue shadows
    out of slow sunshine


  2. Margaret Chula Says:

    early morning light
    the rusty bench
    welcomes the sea spray

  3. angie werren Says:

    no one listens
    the gull cries

  4. @shortpoemz Says:

    without a word
    of goodbye
    you leave us
    crash of wave
    on wave

  5. John Mercy Says:

    rusty bench
    where my old thoughts
    take flight

  6. Maureen Virchau Says:

    his folded note
    broken shells vanish
    with the tide

    somewhere between
    loneliness and solitude
    a seagull's cry

    morning mist
    a mood passing
    through me

  7. Linda Eve Diamond Says:

    a lone bench watches
    the distant lone cypress tree
    kissed by the same mist

  8. Eddee Daniel Says:

    I waited—
    surf crashing against the shore
    a lone seagull

  9. polona Says:

    south wind
    my sunglasses
    full of ocean

  10. Paul Heinowski Says:

    a still place
    where the waves
    boil and boom

  11. Paul Heinowski Says:

    calm thoughts
    on the surf

  12. Roberta Beary Says:

    Polona, yours is unusual image that works nicely…

    here is my take on your haiku

    ocean breeze
    bits of sand
    in her hair

  13. Joann Grisetti Says:

    new waves
    kissed by the same sun

  14. Alma Cole Pesiri Says:

    surf pounding in time

    with aching heart

    where are you now?

  15. Alma Cole Pesiri Says:

    water-washed rocks

    hard as your heart

  16. Peggy Bilbro Says:

    blue sea
    becomes blue sky
    a gull dives
    erasing the line
    to infinity

  17. haikuapprentice Says:

    sea side verses keep churning

  18. seaviewwarrenpoint Says:

    empty beach thunder throws up another memory

  19. Claudette Russell Says:

    your goodbye
    crashing our memories
    against the rocks

  20. Emma Pierson Says:

    between the sand and the shriek

    of the gulls you are beside me still

  21. Paul Heinowski Says:

    my song
    is snatched
    by the sea wind

  22. Claudette Russell Says:

    I'll sit now
    ready to tell my story
    to the ocean

  23. Pat Tompkins Says:

    salt's sting
    and its alchemy
    the seagull's cry

  24. Claudette Russell Says:

    ocean songs
    the ancient music
    in our hearts

  25. Isak Kempe Says:

    Layers of blue.
    Some I remember.
    Some I don't.

  26. Asni Amin Says:

    the answer
    to my question …
    north wind

  27. barbara a taylor Says:

    cooling off I bite my lip

  28. Ken Olson Says:

    carried away . . .
    her rendition
    of 'Ebb Tide'

    after the next wave
    not even tracks . . .
    chasing Sandpipers

  29. Anna Goluba Says:

    Calling you today…
    So hard to believe that
    You are not here anymore

  30. Adeledenise Says:

    Mourning grief visits.
    Stay awhile with me old friend.
    Sea spray kisses me.

  31. Paresh Says:

    what remains

    red crabs scurry into their holes long before my footsteps reach them
    we had once walked this beach separated by the width of a sea breeze watching a gull soar towards the parting clouds

    sunlit surf…
    a rusted bench
    by the rocks

  32. Jan Brown Says:

    warm and squishy: pink toes at home in the sand

  33. Jan Brown Says:

    rock sculpture
    lulled to sleep by ocean spray
    humanity in repose

  34. polona Says:

    thank you, Roberta. i like the sensuality of your haiku :)

  35. Wanda Grace Says:

    still life oil seascape
    G'ma Roxie's hiding place

  36. Jeanie Says:

    Landscape alone is the un-coder of all the days
    you and I can't remember, the music,
    the places we walked in the sand.

  37. John Streamas Says:

    waves crashing on rocks
    time is indifferent to
    what moves, what doesn't

  38. Anna Goluba Says:

    Crashing waves
    Infinity rediscovered

  39. kalaramesh Says:

    crashing waves rockcradled into silence

  40. Alan Bern Says:

    ocean spray
    on the empty two-legged bench –
    a gull flies off

  41. sanjuktaa asopa Says:

    beyond the whitecaps
    a deep blue place
    …this wait

  42. maxbabi Says:

    daydreams interspersed
    in spray, enclose me
    in a bubble.

    – Max Babi

  43. maxbabi Says:

    infinite sky above
    eternity streching in front
    – brain struggles, mind expands.

  44. maxbabi Says:

    Timeless roar of the ocean
    rumbles deep in my belly
    – I shut the world out.

  45. Bill Waters Says:

    deserted beach . . .
    ocean roars

  46. Bill Waters Says:

    All 3 are very nice, Maureen! I particularly like the story in poem 1 and the feeling you captured in poem 2.

  47. Bill Waters Says:

    "Hunched heron" is so evocative, Alan! I also like the idea of "slow sunshine".

  48. Bill Waters Says:

    In my opinion, this pairs nicely with Polona's poem:

    south wind
    my sunglasses
    full of ocean

  49. Bill Waters Says:

    In my opinion, this pairs nicely with Asni Amin's poem:

    the answer
    to my question …
    north wind

  50. Alan Summers Says:

    Thanks Bill! I love that concentrated 'hunch' that herons have, and the lazy part of the day when the sunshine hasn't speed up quite yet during a hot Summer day. :-)

  51. Maureen Virchau Says:

    Thank you so much for your kind words, Bill. And thank you for sharing your particular thoughts on those haiku. I enjoy your haiku, as well. 'Roars' is a fantastic verb choice, and your ocean reminds me of that tree falling in the forest when no one is around. :-)

  52. polona Says:

    thanks, Bill. you may have a point there :)

  53. margaret rozga Says:

    water pounds rock
    rock breaks wave
    still the distant deep

  54. Claudette Russell Says:

    ocean waves
    who can stop this feeling
    rushing toward me

  55. judywucherer Says:

    unseen but present
    hopes broken in the waves
    turned into stone

  56. judywucherer Says:

    thoughts of you
    written in the foam
    I break with the waves

  57. Dipak Says:

    Nice click :)

    North Wind :)

  58. Ramesh Anand Says:

    long shadow
    bent children cupping

  59. Tish Davis Says:

    looking toward
    my homeland
    a rock in the waves

  60. Chad Lee Robinson Says:

    sea spray
    the rusted bench
    of a thousand absences

  61. Dru Philippou Says:

    where we met
    beach grasses bend
    to their shadows

  62. Chad Lee Robinson Says:

    perhaps this version is better:

    sea spray
    the rusted bench seats
    a thousand absences

  63. Sharon Says:

    Simple and powerful. Perfection.

  64. mcrowin Says:

    Landlocked memories
    of ocean spray
    sustain my winter days.

  65. Rob Dingman Says:

    sand and surf
    the morning

  66. Rob Dingman Says:

    sand and surf
    to the curve

  67. Rob Dingman Says:

    sand and surf
    their endless

  68. Jesus Chameleon Says:

    white crest…crew tip over!

    salt spray…kermit plays the harmonica!

    boulders behind…sun penetrates angelo's angel

    seagull – cloud mimics a blackbird

    at the front…turtle kimuras a monkey!

  69. Dan Slaten Says:

    empty bench, seaside
    the sight of my proposal
    rusting by the tide

  70. @randomlynovel Says:

    beach rock…
    your memories in each
    receding wave

  71. Dru Philippou Says:

    receding wave
    shape held
    by boulder

  72. ajayamahala Says:

    from dawn to dusk
    the dice game of waves
    on the rock
    sometimes a rainbow
    sometimes nothing

  73. Jesus Chameleon Says:

    landscape…blue with the blues

    o! seagull
    the whitecaps and boulders
    your feathers

    mr. seagull
    the wave nearest

  74. Dru Philippou Says:

    Another take:

    a boulder keeps
    the shape
    receding wave

  75. Peter Newton Says:


  76. Kathe L. Palka Says:

    coastal highway
    stopped for a curve of beach
    and the cries of gulls

  77. Jari Thymian Says:

    the glitter

    of waves crashing to rocky shore
    I sit on the weathered bench

    in mist, eyes closed
    to listen to what
    I once refused to hear

  78. stronggyrl Says:

    rusted bench
    tethered so tenuously
    next to
    the eternal maw
    of the sea

  79. Robert Quiggle III Says:

    the last one took
    her glasses–sand dissolves
    beneath our toes

  80. Jesus Chameleon Says:

    soften the wading
    of boogie boarders

  81. Jesus Chameleon Says:

    bench rust—
    seagull escapes
    with the salty air!

    spotting a bench
    exposed to salty air
    a seagull nears shore

    bench exposed guides a seagull close to shore

  82. Jesus Chameleon Says:

    exposure reveals bright beach & bench…seagull!

  83. Anitha Varma Says:

    he shakes the conch to
    get the ocean out

  84. Anitha Varma Says:

    he shakes the conch to get
    the ocean out

  85. Jeanie Says:

    love this. i might try breaking it after conch.

  86. Jesus Chameleon Says:

    away! you in the distance gulled into believing

  87. Nikhail Asnani Says:

    Waves come shattering,
    Ears drown in weathered madness,
    Seagull squawks silent

  88. Nikhail Asnani Says:

    kiss me through the foam,
    leave behind your sullen breath,
    you look good in blue

  89. Paresh Says:

    the hunched heron
    all these blue shadows
    out of slow sunshine

    I love the expression slow sunshine, speaks to me on a very deep level Alan. Like always you bring something new to the table.

  90. Paresh Says:

    Love the gentle rhythm of this haiku. This one is like a summer vacation, timeless and universal!

  91. Paresh Says:

    the answer
    to my question …
    north wind

    There is a roar of so much unsaid in this verse, very interesting take on the photo prompt. Somehow I can picture emptiness and presence both at once here!! Nicely done Asni..

  92. Alan Summers Says:

    Thank you Paresh, that means a lot coming from you.

    warm regards,


  93. Garry Eaton Says:

    for a homeless man
    this rusty bench is a bed 
    kept clean by the sea 

  94. Garry Eaton Says:

    for a homeless man
    a rusty bench a bed 
    kept clean by the sea 

  95. polona Says:

    thank you, Paresh. appreciate your opinion :-)

  96. Gregory Longenecker Says:

    the sun a wink of jade
    at sunset

  97. projectwords11 Says:

    crashing waves
    my thoughts

  98. ambergold Says:

    Beside the remade sea
    I shiver.
    We had come to find the sun.

  99. scot siegel Says:

    crows in sheep's clothing
    sheared by the sea

  100. scoot siegel Says:

    handful of agates
    nootka roses on the wind
    this far without you

  101. Payal A Agarwal Says:

    rusted bench
    witness to infinite
    seagulls soaring blue sky

  102. Asni Amin Says:

    Thank you for your kind comments, Bill!

  103. Asni Amin Says:

    Thank you, Paresh, for taking the time to comment on my take to the photo prompt. I like your interpretation, giving it a fresh and interesting definition.

  104. AnithaVarma Says:

    Thank you Jeanie. Yes, breaking after conch might be better. I just worried about 6 syllables in l3.

  105. Olivier Schopfer Says:

    wind shift my thoughts skim over rough waters

  106. Mary Weiler Says:

    her sigh-
    half sea
    and half memory

  107. Margaret Dornaus Says:

    summer's end
    a vacant bench in place
    of a selfie

  108. Susan Burch Says:

    benched –
    waiting for
    my love to return

  109. robert duvall Says:

    a summers ocean
    an empty bench stands witness
    waves of loneliness

  110. Chris Wenk-Harrison Says:

    weathered wooden bench
    varnished with layers of
    frivolous and intense contemplations

  111. Chris Wenk-Harrison Says:

    empty bench
    dusted with salt
    embedded with salty stories

  112. Peg Duthie Says:

    the sanding still to be done
    sings to me from the rocks

  113. Cyndi Lloyd Says:

    rock shadows fall
    into the waves
    lost memories

    last night’s party
    this morning’s sea spray
    against the rocks

    seagull’s cry
    floats on the wind

    were you surprised
    at the empty bench
    for no reason
    the seagull circled
    and cried

  114. Cyndi Lloyd Says:

    Chad, oh the miracles a verb can work! This version is much better. That verb brings it alive, and I feel those absences.

  115. Cyndi Lloyd Says:

    kalaramesh, love the verb "rockcradled!" Wonderful creation of sound into silence.

  116. Cyndi Lloyd Says:

    Maureen, the three of these are powerfully poignant. Perhaps a haiku sequence forming here. Well done!

  117. Cyndi Lloyd Says:

    polona, I love the sense-switching going on here. Just beautiful!

  118. Cyndi Lloyd Says:

    Yes, I can feel it. Simple and beautiful!

  119. Cyndi Lloyd Says:

    Great emotion captured in this haibun. Love the phrase "separated by the width of a sea breeze!"

  120. Cyndi Lloyd Says:

    Margaret, I appreciate the truth captured here. Line 3 was unexpected and a nice surprise.

  121. Paresh Says:

    Thank you Cyndi, I am glad the words reach you and strike a chord.

  122. kalaramesh Says:

    Thanks a ton, Cindy. Yes, I created that word "rockcradled" because I could see the waves being rocked by the rocks. It is a memory ku :)
    i'm really happy you like it

  123. Jesus Chameleon Says:

    seagull spreads wings on a crown and septre

    wings of a seagull
    cover a septre
    and crown

    tail for a septre and on a king a crown

  124. haikuapprentice Says:

    Thanks Cyndi, glad you could share it.


  125. Heather Butler Says:

    the salt seasoned air …
    my briny tears

  126. Maureen Virchau Says:

    Thank you very much for your kind words, Cyndi. And thank you for sharing your insight regarding a sequence. What a wonderful idea! :-)

    With gratitude,

  127. Dave Read Says:

    rocky shore
    the surfer's panache

  128. polona Says:

    thank you, Cyndi, i'm glad it works for you.

  129. Christine L. Villa Says:

    breaking waves . . .
    leave me nothing else
    to grieve about

  130. Christine L. Villa Says:

    breaking waves . . .
    leave me nothing else
    to grieve about

    *sorry had to repost because I didn't type the right website

  131. Cyndi Lloyd Says:


    I always take pleasure in reading your haiku. This one, for me, subtly invokes a sense of yearning, and I can feel that sea spray and the morning light. I admire the contrasts between the light, rust, and sea spray. Beautifully rendered!


  132. Mihir Kakara Says:

    Above swallowing waves
    and rusting benches
    Jonathan Livingstone.

  133. Garry Eaton Says:

    lichen-roughened angles
    of a Moore-like stone
    an allied work in rust

  134. Garry Eaton Says:

    her monumental hip
    and shoulder in repose
    another bench

  135. Garry Eaton Says:

    her monumental hip
    and shoulder in repose
    scorn an ugly bench

  136. operaorientalism Says:

    Dense condensed milk foam
    on the pebbly beach.

    How the lines lean
    on themselves
    until they are rock.

    The gurgling sound
    of tickled ocean palate
    in your ear.

    How it moans
    while the tide breaks
    and then
    rests in the arms
    of sand.

    The wind
    the eye

    And I dissolve
    into you

  137. Theresa C. Says:

    summer's end
    sea spray slips between
    absent hands

  138. white_sage Says:

    The ghost on the bench
    Wants you to see what he sees
    But the void's in the way

  139. seaviewwarrenpoint Says:

    his voice before the breakup thundering waves

  140. Dru Philippou Says:

    Wonderful work, Theresa.

  141. Helen Buckingham Says:

    the edge

  142. Charline Pocock Says:

    sea to waves to rocks
    to spray to flight of seagull

  143. Charline Pocock Says:

    I think of the bench
    across the bay

  144. Dilwala Says:

    blue sea
    becomes blue sky
    a gull dives
    erasing the line
    to infinity

  145. Ronald Grognet Says:

    family storm–
    dangerous rip tides
    begin to form

    getting ready
    for what's not here–
    hurricane season

    drinking in
    beautiful sunsets–
    the horizon and I

  146. Ellen Grace Olinger Says:

    Dear Maureen, What beautiful haiku. Blessings, Ellen

  147. Ellen Grace Olinger Says:

    Dear Alan, A beautiful haiku. Blessings, Ellen

  148. Ellen Grace Olinger Says:

    all that lives
    in memory
    as I read at home

  149. Alan Summers Says:

    Dear Ellen,

    Thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful words.

    warmest regards,


  150. Maureen Virchau Says:

    Thank you so much for your kind words, Ellen. I enjoy your haiku, as well. And what a gorgeous bouquet of flowers on your website! :-) Take care. ~Maureen

  151. Ellen Grace Olinger Says:

    Dear Kathe, A lovely haiku. Reminds me of drives along Lake Michigan too. Blessings, Ellen

  152. Ellen Grace Olinger Says:

    Dear Peter, This is beautiful and a different interpretation of the photo. Blessings, Ellen

  153. Ellen Grace Olinger Says:

    Dear Margaret, How beautiful – your poem speaks of acceptance, from my view. Blessings, Ellen

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