Tinywords Invites You to Get Inspired
And now for something a little different. While we are assembling the next issue, tinywords invites you to get inspired by Dave Bonta’s beautiful photograph above. Add your short poems inspired by his image “new ice” to our comment box below.
Thank you for lending your voices. And thanks to Dave for lending his photo. We will consider the best of the best for possible inclusion in tinywords 13.1.
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About the photographer:
Dave?Bonta?lives at the top of a hollow in the Appalachian mountains of Pennsylvania, where he posts brief daily updates about what he sees in his yard at?The Morning Porch, shares photos at?Woodrat Photohaiku, and blogs poetry and other stuff at?Via Negativa. For a full biography, see his?personal website.
Living in the desert—
ice is simply
an unpleasant memory.
–Rehn Kovacic
In frost and ice
we find design
of latticed leaf
and stalk, of flower
lace, of world.
new ice
just below the surface
his black and white beliefs
Andrea Grillo
webbed particles
in a glass
his restless darkness
sunlight painted art
frozen brush strokes
offered today…
blue ice
cold and hard
my lover's heart
-Marilyn Linn
Ah how true this rings. Well done.
Melanie
Ripples of ice –
silent expressions
a hibernating landscape
JoAnn Dalgard
walking in the grooves
to avoid a slipppppppp oh!
-new ice
a cold moon
shines on itself
ice on the lake
Mike Rehling
well crafted
still water
painted
by the cold
A fallen leaf, a broken branch
captured for "eternity" –
until set free in Spring
– JoAnn Dalgard
I think this poem is too long for a haiku. I suggest deleting 'a fallen leaf'.
bent branches
blade through blue ice
black below
Frozen willow twigs
Caught in their moment of death
Winter-hardened heart
another crack
between us-
new ice
I like the images here. The ice of a broken heart as the distance grows.
Susan, Please let us know your e-mail. Thanks, Tinywords
Branch brushstrokes
Reveal glimpses of tomorrow
Through wind's stirring
New ice
old twigs
natural calligraphy
this is wonderful ~ so well drawn
the blue
of your eyes
make mine shine
nice
winter dusk…
indigo ice feathers
limn the garden pond
fractal fans
on skim of ice
a captured twig
Winter stillness
a branch of the willow
frozen in blue ice
new ice feathering
the duck pond–
only the first freeze
Carma Lynn Park
So still and frozen
Yet, revealing anew hope
Soon spring comes revewed
all the ways
we argue-
new ice
brushstrokes in water
frozen in place and time
nature's winter art
slow thaw
she forgives him
for the second time
very good ~ well named
winter birch
and water:
ice on ice on ice
reflections of my winter
ice lines
and crow's feet
thawing ice
memories dredged up
by old letters
~ Cara Holman
searching for plum blossoms blue ice
beautiful simplicity
thank you, dan
The hard blue
mathematics
of ice
well equated
within the sound of ice
another step into my blue
new ice
the President persuades us
to hope
nature's brush
paints a delicate fractal..
new ice
fern shapes facets starbursts overlaid
a pond's frozen skin
hidden fathoms
mysterious moments
using my imagination
Stream's surface frosted
like a forest window. Blue
twigs point at the moon.
crystallized blue tears
over emotion's dark depths
held silent
Crack. Scotch and soda.
Frozen moments, a better time.
Beauty in 60's.
Blue winter in dark twilight…
crystalline magic
frozen water
twigs touch
out of resistance
new ice
sharpening
the old skates
very clever!
the hidden pain
of her shattered dreams
new ice
crest fall
snow on housetops
——————————
purush,Guntur,India
clear cut —
when the answer
is no
designs —
caught up in your
colorful past
I like this
November dawn
pulling the blanket up
tighter
Diane Mayr
patchwork —
too late to cut a
new pattern
I saw this as a patchwork pattern, too!
black ice a sideways slideshow of my life
. . . . . . . . . .
(not for consideration, just for fun, cool photo Dave)
A fingertip
A soft breath
No shouting, please!
criss-crossing
the elements
a feathery current
love the imagery
many thanks
frozen pond
delights and shadows
snag
packed in ice
every muscle
is knotted
love the imagery here
The delicious crunch
of new ice underfoot.
Winter's harbinger.
all night the wind and
its accomplice yell
freeze now or else
in the morning my hands are drawn
survive-
it can't last long
for the sunrise
for the sap
to flow into you-
six years.
i saw your name
etched in thin ice.
brittle ice–
I let the twigs draw out
the stars and the paths
we have walked
from yesteryear
blue feathers
a twig breaks
the cold ascends
crystal form soft form
light form
formless
you might see
flowers
in its fractured
crystals
Glad that's not my ice
Warm and sunny where I am
Wore shorts yesterday
blue shards,
dressed for winter
branches feign death
waiting for release
light, hope,
tender green
Nice and hopeful…..
Melanie
a girl lets go
of the ice rink wall
snow flurry
iced over river
the current's imprint
in silver
ice bridges a stream
he debates whether to talk
to the shop girl
thaw–
what was written in winter
is lost
I'm an optimist in the sense that I believe humans are noble and honorable, and some of them are really smart. I have a very optimistic view of individuals.
deep frost the anniversary of his death
the winter comes back
in the nature and soul
new ice
ossified blue…
lips open and close
mute
This ice invites touch
My hand slicks cold against its
Complicated skin
fossils, fleet.
Dare to tread,
New ice breaks
you may be dead.
fractures
across the icy pond
our reflections
Beneath the blue
Warm spasms begin
In renewal of hope.
new ice
feathers of sky
blue
Andrea Grillo
skeins of water
fingerprinting frozen flight
feathered in
new ice
I like this a lot. Great imagery.
Melanie
The garden wears
a winding sheet of snow.
The anaemic sun,
too weak to melt pond-ice
entombing golden fish,
hangs forlornly in
a gunmetal sky.
listen!
nothing stirs, no breeze occurs.
no birds sing, no flowers spring.
Nor dare I move, for fear that
Mother Nature disapproves.
feeling sun on ice
we skate on glassy silence
each timorous step
black ice
haven't received your greetings
this Christmas
The garden wears
a winding sheet of snow.
The anaemic sun,
too weak to melt pond-ice
entombing golden fish,
hangs forlornly in
a gunmetal sky.
listen!
nothing stirs, no breeze occurs.
no birds sing, no flowers spring.
Nor dare I move, for fear that
Mother Nature disapproves.
school bus insults
ignore them, mom says
new ice
listen
see the wind shadows
new ice
thin ice
down the slippery slope
of i love you
picture of ice, cool.
pitcher of ice, cold.
ice patterns–
dreaming of the blooms
of flower bulbs
A new arrival hangs in the Museum of Nature
an abstract from the painter's blue period
It is on display only for an instant before
melting back into its' mystery
new ice
how fragile
you left my heart
new ice
how fragile
you left my heart
twigs drift
toward spring
sudden ice
winter wilderness
view before it melts away
white brushstrokes look blue
mother natures masterpiece
two layers too thin to slice
new ice
how fragile
their love
Frozen memory
of currents, leaves drifting like
tiny boats, long gone.
new ice
broken by
dead twigs
New Ice
water's private logic–
no different here
than foreign lands
New Ice
visual randomness
in water's private logic–
our sense of order
new ice hardened words
below the current moving
a pattern broken
black web woven deep
brittle sounds the sun comes nigh
to warm icy dreams
Melanie
blue light of winter
reflections in ice crystals
skates recommended
second opinion
the ice too thin
to hold
the ways are hard but beautiful,
the ways are plain but slippery,
it's a new ice, it's a new ice.
Black Ice
black web woven deep
brittle sounds the sun comes nigh
to warm icy dreams
by Melanie Bishop
Ice Faeries dancing
frozen crystalline patterns
take your breath away
palette knife ice
so black so white
all blue
too soon to call it love new ice
Beneath this
frozen cover
fish are dreaming
nothing is see – thru – cold / so cold this aloneness
See those brush marks?
Funny how ice
imitates art.
winter melodies
the sounds of cracking ice
distilling silence
New Ice
An Ellington suite
for broken
and blue
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Try it; you'll like it!
these winter days
etched in fragile transparency
our time together
looking at my friend
so peacefully dying –
it's winter outside
New Ice
Not even Monet
can render this garden's
delicate fronds
in stillness
heart's blue ice
thaws through
winter's sharp shards
become cool ripples
in spring
Ice
too hard to imagine
in the heat
Branches frozen in crystal blue
Still lives waiting with hoarfrost bark
Spring
South wind howling
ice groaning,
booming, cracking,
morning dawns
sun on blue water.
Branch bending low
With brittle certainty
Icy regrets
artist's delicate lines
paint natural emphasis
to winter's beauty
See those brush marks?
Funny how ice
imitates art.
life encompasses
every turn, twist, danger and beauty
imaginable
"new ice" is a beautiful and exciting photograph
imprints of leaves
beneath last night's blue ice
her memory fails
no words –
sinking into the patterns
of new ice
water…frigid air collide
a thin veil's silhouette
records a seasoned voice.
water..frigid air collide
a thin veil's silhouette
records a seasoned voice.
water..frigid air collide…
a thin veil's silhouette
records a seasoned voice.
branch crosses new ice : old will
long time
since I flew in a dream –
the new ice
new ice…
he starts dating
another woman
new ice
in your "good morning"
what did I forget
this time?
at the edge of ice
blue and cold i reach across
discarding my fear
fallen twig
broken ice
refrozen
new ice
he freezes
at my question
winter road
the asphalt
fades to white
from all the salt
ice stitches
jack-knifed feathers
in the ditch
phragmites rocks
in the wind
from passing trucks
(Hope it doesn't seem too conceited to respond to my own photo! I've been having such fun reading all the other poems, I couldn't resist. Even though I have a photohaiku blog, I pretty much suck at haiku, so I didn't even attempt it here.)
Spring
waits patiently
under new ice
new ice
at the New Year
old dreams fade
brain freeze
blue mood reality
pixel by pixel
caught in a freeze
one waits till spring
perfect the pattern
portrayed in an eye
overnight. . .
yesterday’s pond flotsam
in the shape of blue ice
new ice
the thinness
of mother's memory
I can see the light fading in your heart,
all the laughter, all the intertwining,
a freeze that will not stop
until it clinks at the bottom of my last glass,
those tiny cubes of whiskey scented ice.
the coldness in the silence so soon winter
A friend once said/Now, there is never anything new/I looked through the ice at him/& saw all possibility removed in him/My 1st true loss.
wince at the tragedy
of newness–
so soon defiled
imagine a better world
sleeps beneath new ice–
eager to remain pristine
i find this quite elegant…
Thanks! I appreciate you saying so.
tempered
over many frosts
old love
delicate lines
alive with emphasis
winter's beauty
Skim over me
These cold mornings
Slow my current
January frost
green teal fly through there reflections
in a frozen blue mirror
through
a barren heart
a sprig of hope
shadow of smoke
frozen,sharpen
refusing to recycle.
your hateful words
deepening the coldness
in my heart
a black-and-blue view
of the sky
new ice
(again, chiming in, not for consideration)
forever changed…
the impression
you leave
new pond ice
the glint on a twig’s shadow
I love the visual – including the contrast between the glint (of light) and the shadow
new pond ice
the morning glint on the twig’s shadow
the doodles
of a dangling branch
on blue ice
winter wind-
the doodles of a dangling branch
on blue ice
New ice–
fragile etchings
on dragonfly wings
a constant ringing in my ears
new ice–
fragile etchings
on dragonfly wings–
a constant ringing in my ears
Black ice
The blackjack of winter
Arresting Mother Nature
Our hearts break, and freeze, and thaw, and flow fluid with the seasons
And what can we do, but run our course?
new ice…
Life awaiting it's return,
Fertilizing within each moment,
Birth bringing forth the beauty of what awaits in it's New Ice
winter wind-
a dangling branch doodles
on blue ice
As nature leaves an icy fingerprint in the almost frozen blue pond a man captures light and beams it freely for others to marvel.
emerging
a chrysalis
of spring
all the wrinkles
etched by memories
blue ice
air-brushed ice.
a twig falls, surface
slides away.
new ice
but it was only
two beers
ice floats
in rose-colored water
some days
feeling old
some young
One of my Lake Michigan poems.
Blessings, Ellen
new ice…
the sparkle in her eye
when i stumble
Winter’s rigours are
Still and brittle, black and blue,
But soon forgotten.
NEW ICE
we want to say
it bears the trace of leaf,
grass, branch–not
the fractal facets of itself.
ripples
on thin ice..
we still talk
tree shadows
across a frozen lake
branches embrace
leaf patterns
etch a frozen lake
blue winter dusk
ice crystals
the every which way
of beauty
the chill is what is alive _I'm floating on it along the path cut by memory and winter._tea calls in the distance with a voice that came from high on the mountain._thin ice is strong enough to hold me__freda_
new ice
delicate toffee
cracking
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ice a sideways slideshow of my life
new ice
patterns of
grudges
Nice photo!
Keep it up.
Pictures in the article renders the freeze of the ice… very realistic picture.