Welcome to tinywords issue 25.2
Welcome to a new issue and congratulations to our three writing prompt winners, Sam Bateman, Dave Bonta, and Rich Schilling, whose poems appear below.
Category: Issue 25.2
unless
it is too late
summer roses
the surprise
of late love
heirloom peaches
garden wealth
we force zucchini
on everyone
windfall apples
all the promises
I didn’t keep
you and me
a log
that won’t catch
after the fire
ponderosa pines
graph the forecast
a different cool
than the Douglas firs
redwood shade
sleepless
above this heat
the night sky
starlit pond…
a paper boat floats
for light years
night swamp
all that
jazz
quiet pond
the dash-dot message
of waterlilies
ripples upon ripples
water striders
in the rain
lily pad
a dragonfly’s now
syncs with mine
night rain
the crickets too
have stopped to listen
Back from vacation—
our finicky roses
blooming better than ever
half-open roses
the soloist’s bouquet
allegro non troppo
wind-dried beach cobbles
the grey seals singing
each to each
thunderhead—
the crack
of bighorn sheep
village well
the clink-clank of copper pots
in chorus
making do
wild ducks dabble
in a roadside puddle
high surf
before the hurricane . . .
plovers huddle in the dunes
cold night
on the dunes
a book of constellations
asteroid belt
a good enough reason
for clutching one’s pearls
dawn chorus starlinging me out of night terrors
(haiga)
saving daylight
the translucent leaves
of October
smile lines
an old farmer’s
roadside pumpkins
every day
more like a crone
the carved pumpkin
last time through
the corn maze . . .
All Hallow’s Eve
lingering spirits
Halloween merges
with the Day of the Dead
contrails our slow disintegration
political coup
the sand dune takes
a new shape overnight
broken window—
seeing the world
as it is
broken walls
a blackbird’s song
braids the wind
following a cricket
into the cairn
eventide
playground
within
the
rolling
leaves
a
hollow
childhood friend …
we fill in the gaps
all afternoon
airplane crossing the sky in the toddler’s eyes
detainment cell
another game of
peek-a-boo
cold drizzle
when did it start
this talking to myself