Submissions to tinywords 22.2 — and a new writing prompt
tinywords 22.1 has now ended with Bryan Rickert’s haiku “departing summer”. The submission window for tinywords 22.2 will open on August 1st and remain open until the end of the month. Sending regular submissions to tinywords is a simple two-step process. Just check out our Guidelines and click on the Submissions Page from Aug. 1 through Aug. 31, 2022. Please send us your small poems, haiga, or brief haibun to be considered for our next issue: tinywords 22.2.
To keep things lively while we work on the next issue, we present a new writing prompt: Fishing boats at anchor as seen from Harborview Park in Cape May, New Jersey. We hope their peaceful reflections inspire you to write a tiny poem or two in response. Be sure to share them 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 22.2, due out in late September, 2022.
Thanks again for dropping by. We look forward to reading what you have to say.
Be well,
The editors
August 1st, 2022 at 7:06 am
calm sea
mirror image
do i dive up or down?
August 1st, 2022 at 7:29 am
at rest
the silence
of mastheads
August 1st, 2022 at 7:30 am
sometimes
we look another way
two skies
Alan Summers
August 3rd, 2022 at 11:28 am
…And we don't see the obvious?
August 3rd, 2022 at 11:31 am
Sometimes we look the other way, or another way, sometimes perhaps we don't see what we are looking at, so there's a number of possibliities I guess.
kind regards,
Alan
August 3rd, 2022 at 12:20 pm
I worry that the powers that be really do not see, or, more likely, don't want to see the obvious.
We see a beautiful photo, fishing boats at rest in a harbour, calm for now, but in readiness. There are allusions from a few poets responding to tinywords' photo prompt to fish being at peace, but not shouting out enough about how we are decimating the oceans with over-fishing and littering it with human junk.
It was this aspect to which I was referring.
August 3rd, 2022 at 1:07 pm
It's true that both fishing ports and fishing industry have been decimated, as has the fish population. Politics feels like a disease and corporate greed as a virus.
Nothing is really ever silent, calm, or at peace is it? It's all pretty much smoke and mirrors, and maya. Something even more disastrous will be the only way we humans will wake up.
August 4th, 2022 at 9:05 am
__Yours… your words painted such an image:
politics
disease of corporate greed
viral haze
August 1st, 2022 at 7:31 am
tidal harbour
a fisherman rushes
to work
August 1st, 2022 at 7:57 am
a harbor huddle
of old hands—
seafarers
August 1st, 2022 at 8:02 am
into this ocean
each and every red drop
we kiss as if the last
Alan Summers
August 1st, 2022 at 8:03 am
life reflections
docked at Cape May-
the vessel of Redemption
August 1st, 2022 at 8:16 am
whispering hulls ripple the sky
August 1st, 2022 at 8:48 am
bathroom mirror . . .
my twin brothers try to spot
the slightest difference
August 1st, 2022 at 8:52 am
summer's end
something more
about him
Daniela Misso
August 1st, 2022 at 8:55 am
Bouquet of boats
Reflects Ourselves
We all pick favorites
August 1st, 2022 at 8:55 am
fishing trawlers reflect
in a still harbor's bay
fish stay out at sea
August 1st, 2022 at 10:06 am
dock side
all the clouds gathered
in one spot
August 1st, 2022 at 11:31 am
slack water
the motionless
reflections
of fishing boats
August 1st, 2022 at 11:46 am
mast's reflection…
piercing an underwater
mystery
August 1st, 2022 at 12:33 pm
parallel water
world—rigging hangs upside down
mirror boats above
August 1st, 2022 at 12:33 pm
summer’s end
an unmoored boat
drifting out to sea
August 1st, 2022 at 12:36 pm
reflections
the silence above the water
the silence below
August 1st, 2022 at 2:11 pm
setting sail
on summer memories…
ship in a bottle
August 1st, 2022 at 2:40 pm
double vision
the eye plays tricks
summer flounder
August 1st, 2022 at 2:56 pm
between sea and sky
our usual afternoon
snooze
August 1st, 2022 at 4:45 pm
summer doldrums
fishing boats float
on their reflections
August 1st, 2022 at 9:29 pm
at sea level conjoined skies
August 1st, 2022 at 10:30 pm
boats . . .
sweet memories come back
to my mind
August 2nd, 2022 at 12:33 am
restrained nets
the scarlet sunset
left on the dockside
August 2nd, 2022 at 3:13 am
dust gathers
underneath the bed
through the years
August 2nd, 2022 at 3:17 am
Sorry the above should read
underneath the bed
dust gathers
through the years
August 2nd, 2022 at 4:22 am
harbour scene
danced
en pointe
August 2nd, 2022 at 5:41 am
open sea the key of our shanty
August 2nd, 2022 at 7:56 am
some confused gulls scan
choosing perfect shaped yard arms
such claw grasp splashes
__Oops! _m
August 2nd, 2022 at 8:24 am
boats moor
on glassy sea
summer respite
August 2nd, 2022 at 9:51 am
captain and crew
batten down the hatches…
storm warning
August 2nd, 2022 at 10:51 am
double hull…
dancing cheek to cheek
past the midnight stars
August 2nd, 2022 at 6:38 pm
rusty hull
weathering these waves
of grief
August 2nd, 2022 at 6:39 pm
glass bay
ten toes shatter
the sky
August 3rd, 2022 at 3:22 am
rowing
we are one
with our reflection
August 3rd, 2022 at 3:23 am
Rorschach test
reading the clouds
in the water
August 3rd, 2022 at 6:01 am
empty sky
the silent reflection
of fishing boats
August 3rd, 2022 at 7:45 am
reflection
fishing boats anchored
within themselves
August 3rd, 2022 at 12:31 pm
a frogman
scraping barnacles
barely ripples
August 3rd, 2022 at 12:36 pm
dead calm
on the harbor
sliced by a fin
August 3rd, 2022 at 12:51 pm
dockside…
a fisherman scrapes
scales from his hand
August 3rd, 2022 at 2:39 pm
out at sea
watching the climate
change
Roberta Beach Jacobson
August 3rd, 2022 at 4:29 pm
rigging at rest sunlight stills the sea
August 4th, 2022 at 9:15 am
ocean pier—
under the gull's dive
a blue silence
Barrie Levine
August 6th, 2022 at 2:00 am
mermaid
model sees
a mirrored blue whale
August 6th, 2022 at 3:36 am
fishing village
Sunday’s sermon on
the loaves and fished
August 6th, 2022 at 4:53 pm
Get aboard this boat
We will navigate the sun
To find your own home.
August 6th, 2022 at 6:56 pm
origami…
my boat paper thin
and without oars
August 7th, 2022 at 1:16 am
morning calm –
the voiceless reflection
of boats at anchor
August 7th, 2022 at 7:47 am
negotiator
serene at its full fleet wharf
quiet terms afloat
_m
August 8th, 2022 at 9:28 am
with changing tides
mooring lines bark and howl
the gulls jump
August 7th, 2022 at 2:45 pm
blues and greys
our mirrorverse
much the same
August 7th, 2022 at 3:10 pm
there's
a hole in our bucket
summer's end
August 7th, 2022 at 5:38 pm
fishing boat
pregnant with catch…
capsizes
Stephen J. DeGuire
August 8th, 2022 at 12:32 am
depicting the scene
an artist
upends his canvas
August 8th, 2022 at 11:09 pm
wharfside . . .
through a puff of pipe smoke
he names his price
August 9th, 2022 at 6:25 am
beyond the anchored boat
and its reflection
fading mackerel sky
August 9th, 2022 at 2:43 pm
a rorschach test
of my sea legs
I step into the sky
August 11th, 2022 at 12:14 am
off-kilter storm warning
August 11th, 2022 at 11:13 am
lull
that quiet time
we all take shelter
August 12th, 2022 at 7:41 am
overcast
we go deeper
foraging sky
August 15th, 2022 at 4:44 am
through the mirror
another world
moves below
August 16th, 2022 at 6:49 pm
before the journey
the stillness
of reflection
(submitted on behalf of Claudette Russell)
August 16th, 2022 at 7:36 pm
blue horizons …
my anchor to you
withdrawn
– submitted by j rap
August 16th, 2022 at 9:23 pm
clouds and boats sharing the sea
August 17th, 2022 at 8:18 am
__ Nature's mirror, paints this nature of nature, nature's brush.
_m
August 17th, 2022 at 2:06 pm
between seasons
fishermen mend
nets with dreams
August 18th, 2022 at 6:45 am
passing summer days
dreams dance to brightened colors
soon the fall of snow
__Nifty, Sam!
__My thoughrt here… as our season quickly changes toward the white of snow; steps onward. _m