As we assemble the new issue of tinywords, 15.2, we hope you’ll look up and be inspired by Michele L. Harvey’s airy vision of summer, “Firmament.” The photographic image of Michele’s painting appears here with the artist’s kind permission. It’s nothing but blue skies, green pastures and quite a display of clouds. Just the stuff to bring out a poem or two.
Add your best efforts in the comment box below. We’ll include the stand-out poem or poems in the up-coming issue of tinywords 15.2 that will go online in early September.
About the artist:
More of Michele L. Harvey’s fine art and poetry can be enjoyed at her website, micheleharvey.com.
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old seed packets
the summer names
of war
Alan Summers
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really like this
Thank you Deborah that really does mean a lot, for so many reasons.
warmest regards,
Alan
Clouds playing–
such imagination
weathering the storm
I dream myself
a perfect summer
the road home
twisting turning lost then found
clouds whisper
almost free
of dark clouds
latest scan
Blue Skies
they remind me
of his blue eyes
They gather slowly
Whispering thunder darkly
When to send rain
cabin puzzle
slowly the sun comes out
summer rain
places to go
animal shapes in the clouds
i stop on the hill
the road to Oz
encompasses the clouds
as its compass
summer skies
pillows on blue
along the long trail
All of these poems
look like they're going to be
haikus, but they are
NOT
Lying on my back
mirages
in the sky as well
cool breeze …
a hint of sunshine
behind your smile
Grassland—
I scramble for as many
breaths as I can get
deep summer grass
the shape
of daydreams
cloud cover
we see in their shapes
their shadows
for this moment
the benevolence
of a flat tire
storm clouds shadow
sloping green pastures,
the farmer's red dirt road—
on the horizon, trees darken
at our approach
countless clouds
bountiful trees
only one road
Ascending stairway
Flanked by day lilies and moss
Backyard birds abound
rolling hills rise up
beneath cloud-dotted blue sky
Heaven’s tears linger
no matter how high
the path still leads to you
clouds
only breath
between your body and mine
horizon lines
lost and found
a hawk’s feather
pointing the way
summer sky
the swirl of ice cream
In a root beer float
it never
ceases to amaze
how gently
clouds reveal
impermanence
the dust
of a dirt road
rolling clouds
fractal clouds…
the deeper blue
of nothingness
gorgeous
nebula
the cross pollination
of my dna
cornflower field . . .
here and there the sway
of queen anne’s lace
What a wonderful haiku!
a time to dance . . .
the space between
clouds
twirling
through chicory . . .
pairs of cabbage whites
fair weather
my steps buoyed up
by cumulus
hydrangea clouds –
how i long to find you
through the maze
the satnav
lost for words
big sky
while lying back my belly bleu majorelle
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note: 'bleu Majorelle' is Majorelle Blue, the color French expat artist Jaques Majorelle (1886-1962) used for the walls of his cool leafy gardens in Marrakech.
these summer clouds —
the ability to change
should be so easy
endless ways
to create beauty
summer skies
empty mailbox –
going and not coming back
the clouds
Summer afternoon
I’m lollygagging on grass
The sky is so vast
How can I celebrate it
In thirty-one syllables
Earth bound
Clouds invite me to soar with them
off the grid
tuning into
windswept clouds
grape harvest morning of hot air balloons
summer afternoon
a boy at the school window
reads the clouds
pain reliever watching the cloud whales go by
merging black clouds
the forecasters got it
wrong again
deep blue
with white puffs rolling
these dirt roads
partly cloudy
a memory of heat
lingers between us
winding path leads home
beneath cloud-dotted blue sky
where we fell in love
Pinball in play—
how Da Vinci freed
caged birds.
cloud shapes
if only I could change
as effortlessly
Beautiful and full of meaning, so expressive.
clouds drift away
I find the path
of second chances
hovering above soldier’ dreams cotton candy clouds
hovering above soldiers’ dreams cotton candy clouds
changing clouds
this time we take
the backroad
summer clouds we could walk all day
farmer's hands
farmland
in every scratch
country road
rolling on for miles
leisurely clouds
so many clouds
plump and round
and apparently rollicking
over their big blue meadow —
kids in a playground
– Rosemary Nissen-Wade
cloud covered road
beckons dreams
a parallax view
Where a road takes you Unknown until end is reached Never go alone
Green surrounded road Cotton filled blue sky above Peaceful place to be
shouldering our packs
we walk through the clouds
and into the sea
back from the war…
every cloud has
a silver lining
as simple
as country clouds
summer days
gentle breeze
a boy on the swing
kicks a cloud
it comes to this
the space inside the centre
of cicadas
between clouds
all our chances
gathered in rainfall
Wonderful poems by both Claudette and Joanna.
Joanna, a question:
Did you make your poem a separate post as well as a reply to Claudette's poem?
I think your poem is worth being seen by more people.
warm regards,
Alan
distant thunder rolls
carefully I add some gray
and fold my easel
folded into
the morning's silence
empty road home
summer picnic
the conversation drifts
with the clouds
summer clouds
baby smell
against my lips
I fall into this love
like a new equilibrium
with the sky
Kat Lehmann
a beautiful day
extra whipped cream
in my waffle cone
late summer —
dandelion seeds scatter
cerulean skies
shapes in the clouds
change with the wind –
what do you want to be…
the hint of anger
in your voice
summer's end
thank you for this post.
great poems by both Claudette and Joanna I think and is worth being seen by people.
your regards, gbwhatsapp