Dear Whispers’ Friends,
It is a pleasure to share with you the first activity of 2016 hosted by Brian Strand. It was a pleasure to read the TIEN poems he selected for publication. The TIEN form is a one liner of ten, one syllable words, with no title.
Thank you to all the contributors and especially, Brian, for sharing these enjoyable poems for us to read. Please take time to comment and thank Brian for her hard work on this. If you missed the deadline, feel free to share TIEN poems in the comments section.
Keep still, my heart, just let each day go by.
My life will not hold all there is to love.
By Jim Teeters
Climb steps, two at a time to save some time.
Stand, and wait for me near this old gum tree.
By Suzanne Delaney
To write is a gift that God gives to me.
By David Fox
Love scars, old pain, but fresh blood tears still fall.
Brisk sky, blue eyes, fresh food for my heart’s dreams.
By Victoria Anderson-Throop
I bid the night bye, and greet dawn with joy.
The Moon will be a close friend for a tune.
By Ken Allan Dronsfield
The Moon looks to me, if I own the Sun
By Joyraj Deb
I rode my horse in a field of soft grass.
Love--at times you have it, at times you don't.
By Barbara Tate
The young colt was caught but, kept a free soul.
The wild Wolf howled at the moon, a sad sound.
By Shirley Smothers
In my pruned tree, I saw a nest of twigs.
I gave back his lost ball; bounce of a child!
By Ralph Stott
The pale moon sings of the spring's sun in fall
The sign said to walk the rope bridge bare feet
By Sheikha A.
A wren, small brown bird, sings joy dawn to dusk.
When I broke the cup you made, my heart ached.
By Elizabeth Howard
day cries fine drops of mist wait to be whole
Night I dream see dawn' s light with my third eye
the joy of words shared with friends--a great gift
By Karen O'Leary
If days are full of tears, hours will be years
Is a vow a vow, or just words for now
By Brian Strand