Writing Small
I began Poetry Dispatch over two years ago with many missions in mind. Among them, spreading the beauty, delicacy, impact, truth of the small, ‘haiku-like’ poem. Sift through the archives (above) for any number of stunning poems about the length of a deep breath.
Occasionally I lose track of what I set out to do, wander down too many different paths…then read something as right as the small poem below and say to myself: Oh, yes. Never forget this.
I remind readers again of the ‘tiny’ website where this poem first appeared, where a small poem fills a page in a big way: http://tinywords.com/haiku/2008/01/29
Visit if often. Better yet, ‘subscribe’ to it (no cost). It’s a wonderful thing to open your e-mail and find a few short lines like this to greet you. Norbert Blei
winter sunset... this sudden craving for a hand-picked peach by Ed Markowski
winter sunset…
this sudden craving
for a hand-picked peach
Ed Markowski
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ed markowski
winter solstice
the snow that falls on mother’s
headstone
[...] –Ed Markowski (nice response and new haiku from him as well) [...]
looking at the “winter solstice” haiku i left in the comments
in retrospect, i think it’s incomplete. i never consider anything
i write to be “finished” so, here’s my addition to the poem. keep in mind the poem can be changed endlessly.
ed
winter solstice
the snow that falls on mother’s headstone
melts