With Joanne E. Miller’s poem “every love story”?tinywords?18.2 also has ended. Thank you to all our subscribers and readers for dropping by.
It’s time now to begin again. Our new submission period began as scheduled on February 1, 2019 and will continue throughout the entire month.
We will not be publishing daily poems while we prepare the next issue.
To keep things lively while we work on the new issue, we present this street of colorful houses titled “Marigny Vernacular” by Jay Sterling Austin as our new writing prompt. The Marigny is a neighborhood in New Orleans, Louisiana. Even in the depths of winter, NOLA is a vibrant and colorful city that has inspired generations of ?writers and engendered many city nicknames.
Your writing prompt challenge is to pen a tiny original poem or two in response to this glimpse of The Big Easy. Leave your best efforts in the comment box below and the?tinywords?editorial team will share the best of the best in?tinywords?19.1, which is due out in late March.
Keep in mind, we will continue to?accept regular submissions for the next issue (issue 19.1) through the end of February, 2019.
Thanks for dropping by and for sharing your poems.
Shotgun House––
both barrels of sunlight
head the geese home
Alan Summers
once the red door
was all I had for comfort …
down memory lane
Kala Ramesh
exoskeleton
my shadow slips through
the railings
Kala Ramesh
a life led
color by color
starglint
Alan Summers
creole accent
the vibrant colors
of her life
I can hear the colors in this poem. I love it!
shotgun shack
a backfire clears
the living room
colorful doors-
which one leads
to Big Easy's heart
the old neighborhood
colorful people
brightened my childhood
shades of memories
behind
closed doors
each door…
realizing i'm locked
out
New Orleans
gang graffiti
on a recycle bin
very nice haiku
the simple words I write
opening
so many doors
years later
layers of paint cover
the water line
does color exist
our slow a.m. turn
toward the sun
A Jaq
In the neighborhood
My my
Three red doors two dormers
and saxophone lessons
sweet tea on hot nights
behind each closed door
imagined stories
unfold
vibrant morning
open up
them pearly gates!
So large in my mind
so small when I return
the house of my childhood
perfect neighborhood
all the colors
intermingling
inside a collection of colors improvisation begins
spring portal leads to portal tulip avenue
Shotgun- We live in the space between light's entrance and its exit.
a door opens
to empty space . . .
leaving home
coming home—
the door of my youth
painted blue
from the house
with three red doors
. . .jazz riffs
Congratulations!!! :-)
Alan
street musician
all the doors
open at once
colorful houses
colorful residents
vibrant neighborhood
kaleidoscope
the scent of spring
in every color
through a crack in the sidewalk sunlit tulips
no lions no witches all doors lead to spring
generations
side by side
a baby cries
Water color
Flood water
Color flood
jambalaya days
a comfort of colors
the heat of jazz
another row
of funky tea drinks
shotgun shacks
in a world of color
the Big Easy dances
to a vibrant rhythm
foot-tappin'
folk rock funk pop . . .
shotgun shacks
morning sunshine
powdered sugar
on a warm beignet
old house –
my childhoo
in each room
old house –
my childhood
in each room
red yellow and blue –
all the colors
of my childhood
a little spring
even in midwinter –
Marigny Vernacular
colores sunrise –
the sun shines
on each door
out side the box
thinking one way
living another
postcard houses when all is said and done
door to door collecting the rainbow
red yellow green
how they painted
the odds
a fresh coat of paint
can’t disguise
grandmother’s old place
the tiniest house
holds the biggest hugs
colors of spring
beneath a clear blue sky
in thin winter sunlight
painting shotguns
with saxophone blues
delta breeze n’est-ce pas?
the music of my childhood
played out
in colors
home again
behind every door
someone who remembers me
shotgun house
the pungence of shrimp gumbo
makes its way to the street
morning sun
touching the colors
of our dreams
all my wishes
behind the red door
The Marigny
repainting life
in primary colours
storm surge
Wisconsin winter
I add a few more colors
to a blog post
Congratulations!!! :-)
shotgun houses
still speak
NOLA lingua.
grandma waiting for me
at the top of the steps
I still remember
For Sale sign
Not quite
The right shade of red
Two mail slots in orange and yellow
One mailbox green
Little mail comes.
Backyard’s the Mississippi
Jelly Roll Morton notes float
Easy.
dixieland dreams a jambalaya of sights sounds and tastes
flames leap
in 4 / 4 time
spring heat
easy living
our street
a painter's palette
and did Louis lean on
the lime green doors
trumpeting this history?
unfading
through distance and time
the color of home
closed doors-
the world inside each room
through cable network
-Kashinath Karmakar
fading colours–
the sky still
same blue
cloudless sky
a Marigny jazz trio
plays the blues
sunlight
squared
no flags
many colors
in the box
nothing beats sky blue
creole cottages
shimmy down the block
crocuses in bloom
when the doors
are opened —
music fills the length
beyond black and white a keyboard of colors
Quiet morning walk
Sweet breakfast smells in the air
Bright doors full of hope
high noon
a blaring bugle
crescendo
king cake street–
Mardi Gras palette
Childhood neighbourhood
Each memory
Housed in different colours
carried home
on a long saxophone note
multicoloured blues
burgundy street blues
and the rest of the rainbow
in Marigny
Winter in the Marigny
hot jazz and vivid colors
almost melt the snow
Enter the Marigny
through turquoise, crimson, gold
exit winter’s bleakness
the old house
someone coloured
my past
green even now
the pavement cracks
and plywood slats of home
Brittany Hause
smell of gumbo
mingle with hot jazz
from the graveyard
Wonderful post
sunset walk
down a hawthorne lane
the fading scent of her
daydream pastel door
sidewalk late spring lightcast
big easy close quarters
2009 – 2011 –
2013 – 2015
a vibrant walk
down memory lane