The thing about a writing life is that you never know where the path is going to lead. Here in North America spring is just around the corner and in this photo image by Jim Nix, Springtime in the Texas Hill Country, the road beckons us to follow. Lining the way is the state flower of Texas, the bluebonnet. These flowers have inspired generations of American painters and we hope this landscape will inspire you as well to write a tiny poem or two. We invite you to put your best efforts in the comment box below. We’ll select the best of the best to start the next issue of tinywords, due out in late-March.
Keep in mind, we will continue to accept regular submissions for the next issue (issue 18.1) through the end of February at our Submit page.
Thanks for dropping by and for sharing your poems.
Snow frost crusts
the intrepid
winter’s start to bluebonnets
mounds of blue
against the orange road
contrast is all
end of red dirt road
-answers to life
in wild blue yonder
An unpaved road
into the hyacinthine
my blue mood lifting
“hyacinthine” … splendid word! Lovely haiku
at the sight of home
my steps quicken
spring
a way
with the blues
Helen, I'm seeing you everywhere, including The Mainichi today. Enjoying your poems (I'm new to haiku), and this one is up, up and away. Six syllables expressing a double entendre. Lovely.
Ingrid
Thanks so much, Ingrid, and best of luck with your own writing!
endless Big Bend
desiccated
a bluebonnet blossoms
Texan flower moon
on bluebonnet road margins
Ladybird was here
distant mountain
bluebells lead me toward
a new horizon
***
first kiss
an ivory hare jumps among
the bluebells
breeze riffing the blues
dusty path travelin the beat
mountains echo the call
almost feeling
I understand…
Texas bluebonnets
Making all the difference
bluebonnets on the road
less travelled
Charming nod to M. Scott Peck, Sylvia.
o to find peace
where dreams reside
Making all the difference
bluebonnets ont the road
less travelled
Correction for typo:
Making all the difference
bluebonnets on the road
less travelled
out of winter's long shadow bluebonnets
mounds of blue
from muted green
an unbound tapestry
the endless Blues
For Janis Joplin
coming home
the blue flowered apron
mama always wore
Blue bonnet reflections
in distant hills
the mind wanders
peaceful blues
I feel different
once again
blue spikes
nod winter farewell
ice-tipped
maroon mist
this scent-laden bliss —
tarry awhile
cold spell
iguanas ?
falling from trees
blossoms break the silence of a poet
yellow ribbons
hill country bluebonnets
line the road
dusky blues
an open road
winds into sky
fragrance of spring
a dirt road meanders amidst
the sea of bluebonnets
majorelle blue
I answer the prayer
inside myself
Alan Summers
Like this one, Alan! Especially that you answer "the prayer inside" yourself. <3
Thanks Penny! :-)
Karen and myself are in Marrakech and will visit the Marjorelle Gardens where it took French painter Jacques Majorelle (1886-1962) forty years of dedication to create them with the intense blue the artist perceived in the Atlas Mountains.
Our top floor apartment has a rich view of the Atlas Mountains too! :-)
warm regards,
Alan
A vibrant and tranquil verse, Alan. I'm sure you will both compose many more exquisite verses while visiting the gardens and surrounding area. Once again I have learnt, from your words :)
Thank you. Working on a few that hopefully will see the light of day in the coming year.
warm regards,
Alan
I'm sure they will be as amazing as the one here,
This primary blue certainly makes a statement, and the nature of it, to me, is LOUD, this up against the silence and inner tranquillity of the prayer is a masterful jux.
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The vibrant buildings sit well within the gardens and look right, I can only imagine the myriad greens steal some of blue's thunder :)
The almost turquoise of the benches at Majorelle Gardens sits well with the Majorelle blue, reminding us of the original Berbers and other tribes. The bamboo and cactus gardens and the Koi pools, and different tribal wear, make it an awesome two and a half acres.
Thank you for your kind words.
warmest regards
Alan
p.s.
Click onto the web link in my name to see some stock images. Can't wait to post a few of our own on Area 17 when we get back to Blighty. :-)
p.p.s.
As we all know, Wales is God's Country, or at least one of them, too! :-)
:) :)
Thanks Alan, I'll be looking at the images with interest.
kind regards
Carol
bluebonnets shape
the path to forever
my hand in yours
or:
bluebonnets shape
the path to forever
your hand in mine
bluebonnets
wet with baby tears
the unseen bees
Really like the mixing up of imagery! :-)
warm regards,
Alan
Many thanks, Alan!
Take care. Mary
leaving behind
the path I know
taking a chance
on distant dreams
sometimes leaving
brings you
home again
sensing
subtle changes in tone
outside and inside
blues
Marita Gargiulo
walking through fields
she finds herself
bluebonnets
Marita Gargiulo
this flower trail
horseshoes cross the tire wounds
a summit taunts
Hills of Texas call
Bluebonnets line dusty roads
Springtime beckons us
A Blue Bell
Franz Marc paints odd hues,
red horses and yellow too
Why not a bell blue?
premature summer
sun cooks hill country bone dry
unflowering blues
wondering
where the old pasture road will end
blue horizons
walking through fields
she finds herself
bluebonnets
country roadside
everything's better
with bluebonnets
Are you referring to the 60?s jingle?
I had forgotten about that. It made me smile
It works just as well without that historical element :)
Marita,
Yes. Part of it anyway. Thanks, Sam
inhaling… exhaling…
the scent of bluebonnets
in a photograph
Thanks for your reply :)
*Around the Bend*
winding dirt road
red between hills of
bluebonnets—-Mother
dead now fifteen years,
yet still I hear her calling
from around the bend.
_________________________
*Blue*
bluebonnets, blue sky
blue haze dreaming on
the mountains—too long
since I last blossomed
in that spring sun
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Wonderful!!! Here it is the Atlas Mountains of Morocco we can see. :-)
Karen and Alan
after the trek…
the echo of blue flowers
on the windowsill
amendment-
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after the trek…
echo's of bluebonnet
on the windowsill
Forgot to say a few days back, love "the echo of blue flowers" and "the echo of blue flowers/on the windowsill".
Alan
:)
Thanks Alan. It also has echoes of sound advice from the wonderful feed back I had, from you, during one of your very informative courses.
Thank you!
Really do like this one!
fter the trek…
the echo of blue flowers
on the windowsill
Many thanks for your comments, Alan, you are most kind.
Warm Regards
Carol
bluebonnets
the envy of
azure skies
arms full
of bluebonnets—
morning’s child
tip of the hat
to stately bluebonnets
under Texas skies
bluebonnets_please do go on_without me
blue
the coolest part
of green
memories flowering
the sadness of losing you
more distant
soft haze
each bluebonnet
touches another
spring field
a hawk swoops down
from blue to blue
Nikolay Grankin
heaven's edge
hills and bluebells
color me home
spring fever
bees trying on
bluebonnets
finding myself
leads me down paths
near and far
dead end
a line of bluebonnets
pass me
Thanks so much to the editors for providing this promt!
I have enjoyed reading the variety of haiku and the sense of community it has inspired
Thanks,
Marita
a path
well travelled
Texas blues
between winter cold
and summer heat—
bluebonnet weather
top down …
a sudden gust
of spring
walk in blue
approaches blue
the past erased
roadside park
Texas poems bloom
blue
.
.
Jan Benson
.
blue a psalm in red dirt
.
.
Jan Benson
Blue surround –
his journey veers
from path
each morning
fresh shades of blue
painting the sky
dirt road splits canvas
bluebonnets dripped as Pollock…
random perfection
bluebonnets
the dreamers’ visions
become nightmares
dreams
knowing one day
I will leave to find them
google map
I still can’t find
the way to your heart
google map
I still can’t find the way
to your heart
Please ignore the first one at #18.
bluebonnets…
on Sundays
how you wore them in your hair
Companion
To the sky
Blue bonnets
Hugging the trail
Color of doll's eyes
Bevy of blue bonnets
Blue bonnets
Raising their heads in a field
A toast to Spring
Blue novas of our travels
only explode on roadsides.
Life after you…
A spring
Feeling blue!
down the beaten path
a poet walks
the green divide
bluebonnet field
I let my lover win
the argument
Or:
bluebonnet fields
I let my lover win
the argument
spring lifting my mood a lighter shade of blue
widow's windowsill . . .
a bud vase holds
a single stem
endless sky…
walking alone
in blue spring
two lovers…
petals make
a soft blue bed
a path
blue into blue
sky beckons
trail mix spiked
with organic blueberries
pests are welcome
Fitbit badge
brought back to knee-level
by blossoms
there is no reason
to leave the familiar path
and yet…
bluebonnets
from my mother’s childhood
embroidered hanky
little children float
in a sea of bluebonnets
time slows on the hill country road
I cannot see mine, sent today…
Oh, sorry, it’s OK. Thanks!
tiny fingers
nestle within mine
bluebonnet blooms
I cannot see my haiku, however :(
daily commute . . .
the wildflowers
take another route
vacation photo —
framed in bluebonnets
a mother’s pride
leaving home
she walks the dirt track out
into Spring flowers
wild bluebonnets
border country lane
Texas pride