Writing prompt for tinywords 16.2

Lone Tree in Fairy Lake, by Jean Beaufort
Lone Tree in Fairy Lake, by Jean Beaufort

 

Sometimes, a picture can trigger words. An image elicits emotion. This is a guiding principle behind the writing of haiku. And perhaps other short poems. While we continue to accept regular submissions for the next issue of tinywords (16.2) through the end of August, we invite you to get lost for a little while in this photo of a lone tree in Vancouver Island?s Fairy Lake, British Columbia, Canada.

Put your best effort(s) in the comment box and we’ll select what we think is the best of the best to start the new issue 16.2 due out in September.?

Meanwhile, it’s still the height of summer, or winter, depending on where you are. So get out and enjoy the season. Each has its own pleasures. Oh yeah, and submit to tinywords. Thanks.

All Best,

The Editors

257 thoughts on “Writing prompt for tinywords 16.2”

    1. I've agonized over that "and" so here's an alternate version:

      cross dark water
      in my shade rest
      my loneliness fill

    1. Admirable the way this poem sets up an equivalent relationship among three elements and with those of the photograph. On its own, timeless and beautiful. Thank You.

    1. I always enjoy your subtle word play, which yields both humor and thoughtfulness. Here, the end of summer perfectly reflects that time of life when we typically begin thinking about who were are and where we come from; the thought of the tree doing this literally grants us a light-hearted symbolic image of this time. Nicely done!

      In return, here's a kyoka response to your haiku and the pic, undertaken in my best Dave Read style:

      bobbing
      for all the apples
      that didn't
      fall far
      from the tree

      Smiles,
      Autumn

      1. Thank you Autumn. I appreciate your kind words and thoughtful comments. And, I really like your kyoka! Great stuff. :)

  1. Fun! I went the "short poem" route. . . .

    BONSAI

    We rowed out
    in the old dinghy,
    dropped anchor,

    clambered
    up the cliff,
    moss under our hands,

    and shimmied up
    the trunk
    of the great tree.

    Then we sat
    on that branch right there,
    feet dangling,

    and looked out
    at the universe.

  2. Sylvan Solitude

    Floating
    In a clenched fist
    Of stone, roots held fast, still –
    Green-tipped fingers wave at passing
    Waters

  3. done with swords
    The Lady of the Lake
    lifts this time
    a greening tree, that mankind
    might learn instead to wield life

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