Submissions to TINYWORDS 21.1 and a New Writing Prompt
Winter is still in full swing here in the northern hemisphere but spring is on the way.? TINYWORDS 20.2?has now ended with Victor Ortiz?s haiku ?last light.” The submission window for TINYWORDS?21.1?opened on February 1st, so if you haven?t yet, send us your small poems, haiga, or brief haibun to be considered for our next issue: TINYWORDS?21.1.
Sending work to TINYWORDS is a simple two-step process. Just check out our?Guidelines?and click on the?Submissions Page?from Feb. 1 through Feb. 28th, 2021. One month window, as usual.
To keep things lively while we work on the new issue, we present a new writing prompt. This image from UK photographer?Matt Emmett, taken in Southern Belgium in 2015 is called “Ruined Chateau.” You can check out more of his work in his recent book called Forgotten Heritage; Rediscovering Forgotten Places and on his website here.?In the meantime, we hope this vision of grandeur even in decay sparks a poem or two. Maybe one of hope for the future.
Be sure to share it with us. Leave your best efforts in the comment box below (click here if you don’t see the comments below) and the TINYWORDS editorial team will share the best of the best in TINYWORDS 21.1, due out in late March, 2021.
Thanks again for dropping by. We look forward to reading what you?have?to say.
February 9th, 2021 at 9:14 am
winter . . .
just around the corner
spring cleaning
February 9th, 2021 at 9:20 am
Resplendent decay –
sunlight waltzes through
the empty ballroom
February 9th, 2021 at 9:36 am
spider sanctuary
spinning me
a new halo
February 9th, 2021 at 9:37 am
winter light
through the forgotten ruins
field mice
February 9th, 2021 at 10:18 am
summer picnic
the portrait of Dorian Gray
goes al fresco
Alan Summers
Note:
In Italian, the expression al fresco usually refers to spending time in jail.
Il scrittore è stato preso e messo al fresco ? The writer was caught and sent to prison.
Oscar Wilde wrote The Picture of Dorian Gray.
February 9th, 2021 at 10:23 am
Michaelmas flowers we hide and talk with faerie folk
Alan Summers
Season: September (Autumn)
February 9th, 2021 at 10:23 am
last light
a barefoot boy
finds a new home
February 9th, 2021 at 10:24 am
clouds of dust…
how one dream gives way
to the next
February 9th, 2021 at 10:45 am
midnight
the grand ballroom
again a dusty workshop
February 9th, 2021 at 10:46 am
Long abandoned home
collapsing into itself—
still warmed by the light
February 9th, 2021 at 11:49 am
patriarchal decay–
sunlight stirs
the old ghosts
February 9th, 2021 at 11:50 am
daybed
no rest
for the incubus
February 9th, 2021 at 11:55 am
dust
from another's life
falls down
February 9th, 2021 at 11:56 am
Let's hope they bought insurance.
February 9th, 2021 at 12:09 pm
shadows reeled
the centre did not hold?
save innocence
February 9th, 2021 at 1:43 pm
priest song
one day in january
my father
February 9th, 2021 at 2:11 pm
dust devils
the House of Usher
implodes
February 9th, 2021 at 3:07 pm
last summer days –
the flight of teros
darkening the sky
February 9th, 2021 at 4:20 pm
as if time segues into dust faded light
February 9th, 2021 at 4:32 pm
sky-hung hall…
daylight banishes
a barn owl
February 9th, 2021 at 4:39 pm
house of cards–
time to reshuffle
the deck
February 9th, 2021 at 4:52 pm
snowfall
talk of raiding the stores
after the last bomb
February 9th, 2021 at 4:56 pm
house of ghosts
mouse droppings
and spider webs
February 9th, 2021 at 7:39 pm
sweeping
for bugs
the new administration
February 10th, 2021 at 12:52 am
war moon ?
a locale recounts the cost
of the pandemic
*
ruined chateau . . .
the last charged wineglass
glistening in the sun ray
*
spring cleaning . . .
a tailless gecko enters
the sofa
February 10th, 2021 at 2:21 am
stash of coins
in a marble jar
what we leave
February 10th, 2021 at 3:27 am
dust –
all that
is ours
February 10th, 2021 at 3:30 am
an old diary –
under the dust of time
the heart beats
February 10th, 2021 at 5:37 am
Ah, Monsieur Poirot!
…better late
as they say
February 10th, 2021 at 6:41 am
mid-life
at home
in my own skin
February 10th, 2021 at 7:34 am
creak –
suspended in silence
old quarrels
February 10th, 2021 at 7:41 am
first light
our new home full of
second thoughts
February 10th, 2021 at 8:26 am
the moment
all else fails
sunbeams
February 10th, 2021 at 11:26 am
palace moat
the last in a line
of mute swans
February 10th, 2021 at 2:36 pm
sunlight
discovering
long lost secrets
February 10th, 2021 at 2:41 pm
memories
sometimes long shadows
other times rays of light
February 10th, 2021 at 3:02 pm
trying to repair
so many layers
of our friendship
February 11th, 2021 at 6:04 am
dappled sunlight
finding a darkened corner
to curl up in
February 11th, 2021 at 6:05 am
after the war
the chateau and I
equally shell-shocked
February 11th, 2021 at 6:55 am
breath of spring
the first butterflies wander
through my room
February 11th, 2021 at 10:40 am
sunlight
revealing
possibility
February 11th, 2021 at 11:58 am
in shafts
of light
the shift
of time
February 12th, 2021 at 12:38 am
cancer…
death &
rebirth
February 12th, 2021 at 5:48 am
abandoned nest
the hearts
no longer in it
February 12th, 2021 at 4:55 pm
dust and cobwebs
the sun sets
on abandoned ideals
February 12th, 2021 at 9:38 pm
dancing dust motes . . .
all that remains
of the music we shared
February 13th, 2021 at 4:07 am
cathedral of stars . . .
a vagrant thanks God
February 13th, 2021 at 4:23 am
derelict castle
the stray declares
himself king
February 13th, 2021 at 2:03 pm
abandoned
the chateau collapses
into itself
February 14th, 2021 at 1:00 am
Remains of the remain still remaining in the present.
All that happened in the past,
now haunts me in present.
Time flies.
Memories fade.
Over a period of time,
it's realized
that a thing of past
is a thing of the past.
Better to be what you are
Also otherwise future remains uncertain.
February 14th, 2021 at 2:37 am
winter light returning dust to dust
February 14th, 2021 at 8:16 am
inner thrill
of mountings
toilet flushed
February 14th, 2021 at 1:22 pm
derelict mansion
the stories growing
wilder every year
February 16th, 2021 at 1:24 pm
Miss Havisham wakes
to taste the coffee–
hug each ray of sun
February 20th, 2021 at 12:24 pm
history
borders each days sun
times dust
February 21st, 2021 at 11:44 am
faded script
memories crumble
in my hands
February 22nd, 2021 at 12:49 pm
apparitions the colours i once knew
February 24th, 2021 at 9:43 pm
lifting eyelids
starts the system protocol
video online
February 28th, 2021 at 3:45 pm
all the -isms
which divide a house
against itself
Autumn Noelle Hall
March 4th, 2021 at 12:14 pm
each thought a new sneeze
searching through such ancient dust
yester's mmory
March 24th, 2021 at 11:24 pm
in the rubble
arrogance of an era
things set to the past
November 17th, 2023 at 6:45 am
[…] Gottlieb Cohen and Rich Schilling who open the new issue with their winning poems inspired by our photo prompt, “Ruined Chateau,” by Matt Emmett. Their poems are featured below. As always, many fine offerings make the archive well worth […]