Twilight scatters along your soft inky hair, your smooth milky skin, my gentle melody in your ears. Brightness blooms like wispy moonlight staining my nimble hands, spangling your silhouette before it melts into waxing nightfall. Our fingertips cradle trembling half-light, tangled within the chilly air.
tumbling moonsong
moonflowers pinned in
your dusky hair
Black velvet meadows - dark as the ebony sky - rustle underneath our heavy whispers. We shiver beneath the moon’s resounding sighs, moonsongs blown away in the ripening nightscape. Sweet nothings are never more elusive than tonight.
moonflowers catch
our windswept lullabies
lost at night
On day- it feels pollen has covered the count, I notice how a Billy Joel vinyl spinning in and out of grooves match the way the wind blows through the trees outside my window. I notice how the piano riffs and the wind both hum to the tune of spring air. It’s refreshing to hear something eternal like music or the wind or the ocean waves or the bird chirping up high on the pine tree. Our Georgian spring is limited like daffodils. Soon the heat will simmer above the asphalt and burn our barefoot toes. Soon we’ll know nothing but the cool feeling of chlorine water washing off our sweat. But for now, I’ll watch my husky enjoy the cool breeze and listen to the leaves slap each other in the wind. For now the piano will feel like spring season.
the trees dance and sway
there is too much life in spring
for it to be lonely
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>This is the 20th anniversary of the start of tinywords in the fall of 2000, so we’re especially excited about this issue!
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>Please send your best, preferably unpublished work. We’re looking for haiku, tanka and other tiny poems, brief tanka prose and brief haibun. From traditional to cutting edge. Quality is the common denominator. So touch us, startle us, make us see the world anew. We’re also interested in haiga and other art that combines very short poems with art. Be creative. That’s what we’re here for.
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I lay here in the numbing pitch black.
I lay here and notice my senses fading. The only form of simulation I have is the quiet hum of an unidentified machine. All I see if I so choose to open my eyes is an eternity of ever darkening abyss. All I feel is this barren bed, and the air getting colder around me.
Even a whisper,
Would echo, as if a thought
Inside of my head.
I lay here and wonder, when will it be that a glimpse of sunlight seeps through the once shining blinds. When will it be that the shrill shriek of my alarm will disturb the noiselessness of this void. When will the numbing, yet tranquil emptiness be broken.
I find a comfort,
A sliver of living hope
Here in nothingness.
I lay here and hope to travel to a world of serenity known as sleep. I hope when I wake that it will be a better day than the last. I hope for once, I can exist as more than just a leaf in the wind, that I can exist as at least a kite, with purpose.
I am but a leaf.
Floating without an intent.
Merely glanced over.
I am so happy with this poem, for context this was the very first poem I wrote, and decided to post it. And just a few days ago I found a form of poem called haibun (one of the best links I could find.) tl;dr for the link its basically just a prose poem with a couple of haikus thrown in, I'd really recommend looking into it. Anyways I really enjoyed making this, thanks for reading this far and have a great day!
A haibun is a Japanese poetry form that has only recently gained traction in the Western writing.
The rules of a haibun are quite simple. A haibun is composed of two stanzas. The first stanza is a prose paragraph, and the second stanza is a haiku.
It creates a lot of unique opportunity. The prose paragraph causes the smooth flow commonly associated with prose. Suddenly, though, the prose paragraph hits the hard breaks of a haiku. It causes a very dramatic change in movement, which is great for when you want to create that terminal image or movement in a poem to stick to your reader.
For further reading, I suggest this great essay by poet Aimee Nezhukumatathilon the haibun, who I received the lecture from originally at Pacific University. http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22712
Either way, write your haibun, and I'll be happy to comment on it. Let's all explore this underused form!
The dude completely annihilated Ultimate Beastmaster. He finished every obstacle without even breaking a sweat - he might be the best climber I've ever seen on an obstacle course show. (fyi, he owns four climbing world records)
I think he'd be awesome to watch on ANW or Sasuke.
We are interested in publishing flash (2000 words or less), poetry, prose poetry, haibun, found poetry/prose, and experimental work (including cross genre). If you submit found poetry please provide your source text.
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We look forward to seeing your stuff.
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Phil
Go post NSFW jokes somewhere else. If I can't tell my kids this joke, then it is not a DAD JOKE.
If you feel it's appropriate to share NSFW jokes with your kids, that's on you. But a real, true dad joke should work for anyone's kid.
Mods... If you exist... Please, stop this madness. Rule #6 should simply not allow NSFW or (wtf) NSFL tags. Also, remember that MINORS browse this subreddit too? Why put that in rule #6, then allow NSFW???
Please consider changing rule #6. I love this sub, but the recent influx of NSFW tagged posts that get all the upvotes, just seem wrong when there are good solid DAD jokes being overlooked because of them.
Thank you,
A Dad.
Well, toucan play at that game.
Martin Freeman, and Andy Serkis.
They also play roles in Lord of the Rings.
I guess that makes them the Tolkien white guys.
She said apple-lutely
'Eye-do'
This is my first post pls don't kill me lol.
The people in the comment section is why I love this subreddit!!
Cred once again my sis wants credit lol
I heard parents named their children lance a lot.
First post please don't kill me
Edit: i went to sleep and now my inbox is dead, thank you kind strangers for the awards!
second hand stores!
Old Neeeeiiiiighvy
it's Hans free now..
Japan.
10+10 is twenty and 11+11 is twenty too
A buck-an-ear!
I Thank ye kind Matey for the booty! I be truly overwhelmed! Thank you!
Holy cow! Thank you everyone for the upvotes and awards! I wasn’t expecting this!
He should have a good vowel movement. His next diaper change could spell disaster though.
Making it all the way home and realizing that they forgot one of the containers:
Riceless
That was the punchline
Keep in mind, my son is 4 years old, so everything is an original to him.
I had to work late into the evening yesterday, and he was just going to bed when I got home. I had left home for the office nearly 14 hours prior, had a long day, lots of meetings, traffic, etc.
When I walked through the door, I was exhausted, run down, and starving. My wife hugged me and asked how my day was, and I replied, "Done. It was a good day, but has got me exhausted. I just want to grab a bite and go to bed. I'm hungry."
From my son's bedroom, I hear him shout, "Hi Hungry! Nice to meet you!"
Not only did it make me laugh, but I completely forgot about how hungry and tired I was. I went to his bedroom, and we laughed together about it. It was exactly what I needed.
Edit: Thanks for all the awards, kind strangers! I'll let my son know y'all enjoyed his joke too!
I was reading an old edition of Rattle mag and found two poems using the same form. It consists of a paragraph with a concluding haiku that is content-wise completely different from the rest of the poem.
I'm curious as to whether this form of poetry has a name or is part of a trend of which I'm not aware. It could just be that these poets know each other or went to the same MFA program.
Here are pics of the two poems.
Thanks for the help!
