
The heat of summer is still with us here in the northern hemisphere but fall is on the way.? TINYWORDS 21.1?has now ended with Joanne van Helvoort?s ??deep autumn?. The submission window for TINYWORDS?21.2?opened on August 1st, so if you haven?t yet and would like to, please send us your small poems, haiga, or brief haibun to be considered for our next issue: TINYWORDS?21.2.
Sending work to TINYWORDS is a simple two-step process. Just check out our?Guidelines?and click on the?Submissions Page?from Aug. 1 through Aug. 31st, 2021. One month window, as usual.
To keep things interesting while we work on the new issue, we present a new writing prompt. This image by “Knowsphotos” titled ?Cadillac Mountain Sunrise? was taken in Acadia National Park in Maine, USA.? You can check out more of their photography at knowsphotos.com.? We hope this magical and serene vision of the sunrise — from the location in North America where it is first visible — conjures a short poem or two. Maybe one of a brighter future.
Be sure to share it with us: Leave your best efforts in response to the photo prompt in the comment box below and the TINYWORDS editorial team will share the best of the best in TINYWORDS 21.2, due out in late September, 2021.
Thanks again for dropping by. We look forward to reading what you have to say.
soaking up
the last of summer's heat
my old bones
first light
before the mountain
the sea
before the light
the morning star
she grows
between the sun and sea
her shadow
Twilight sun appears
Before is clears the horizon
Atmospheric refraction
Early risers
Treated with twighlight palate
Peaceful beginnings
approaching autumn
a chill in my dream
unsettled land
how blessed
this serenity
awakenings
each bloom in turn
sun-kissed
seasons end
trampled headlands
breathe again
buddha rays
the blue-eyed-grass
in each sunrise
Alan Summers
summer?s end
imaginary friends go
their own separate ways
an ice-scraped land
before the frosts return
blossoms
cool day at the shore
old pyroclastic flow
under my feet
first north wind
summer passes
faster each year
twilight dawn
the fading blue
in a blue jay's song
at the deep end
the sky paints purple
along the horizon
following the sun
the barnacled back
of a gray whale
Skinned knee I hug
The rocks then myself rising,
Run again to Sunshine
sunrise comes again
steeped in choirs of birdsong –
smile of gratitude
end of summer…
a touch of wistfulness
in the day flower
this uneven path
steppingstones
too far apart
after goodbye
the place I go
to be myself
Joseph P. Wechselberger
blue hour
my melancholy self-corrects
twice a day
soft call of an owl
echoing the serenity of
sapphire twilight
her granite bosom
lifted toward the east
catches first light
Cadillac sunrise
a few dark clouds
notwithstanding
highlighting the riots of colours,
a brush of grey clouds…
i miss you
sea-scented air
flows over the dunes
shades of emotions
as we walk home
into the sunrise
20th
wedding anniversary
we traverse
the same rocky ground
that brought us together
Sun
sea &
rock n roll
sun rises
on Cadillac Mountain
wild flowers grow
in volcanic remains
from millions of years ago
mountain sunrise
the road to get there
gridlocked
So often the case. How we humans need a bit of sanity to get away from the reality we make ourselves.
at first light
the mountain
glows again
a new sun
the world forms
once again
autumn walk . . .
my mother's shadow
lengthens into dusk
the cool breeze off Frenchman Bay
at sunrise
a whale's song
Joseph P. Wechselberger
stillness
only the sun
moving
rippled rock
the mountain flexes
a muscle
sunrise outlines
the dark shapes
of roosting owls
dawn on lichen
granite flowers
fleeting beauty
yellow dusk
sunrise …
from across the bay faint sounds
of a whale's song
Joseph P. Wechselberger
wildflowers
the calm before
the storm
sun rises
climbs to shore
dripping lapis lazuli
sunrise …
autumn's colors
brighten
Joseph P. Wechselberger
blue peach and gold mandatory sunrise
mere ticks on the skin
of a magic blue dragon
it's time we let live
sunrise over sea rocks a world not yet sunk
end of summer…
the chill sinking
into my bones
Sunrise on Mars
One of the landscapes on the way
To myself
mottled
blue marble
play with care
-Helen Buckingham
Night Hawks
Steadily Silently
Winging as One.
Summer's Gone.
sunrise…
the breeze and I
hold our breath
sun scatters golden
blocks over rocks sea and sky …
peace permeates
sea and sky merge seamlessly
flowers glow in warm sun