Showcasing the most striking short(est)-form poetry on the net, lyrical in 140 characters or less.Tumblr (3.0; @openmicro)http://www.openmicro.org/<p><span>Earth gone flat as black</span></p> <p><span>construction paper.</span></p> <p><span>Sky above intense</span></p> <p><span>as cranberries, bold</span></p> <p><span>as lemons, shaded</span></p> <p><span>as mangoes, subtly</span></p> <p><span>nuanced as hunger.</span></p> <p><span> — Inspired by this Momentile by <a href="http://momentile.com/Fiberwoman15/04-23-2010" target="_blank">FiberWoman15</a></span></p> <p><span><br/></span></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/566606082http://www.openmicro.org/post/566606082Sun, 02 May 2010 18:00:00 -0400<p>Seen from space<br/> the hurricane<br/> a gray storm-flower</p> <p><a href="http://klindbeck.tumblr.com/post/429626522/seen-from-space-the-hurricane-a-gray" target="_blank">Kris Lindbeck</a></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/430160627http://www.openmicro.org/post/430160627Sat, 06 Mar 2010 07:43:16 -0500<p>Rain and I<br/>Both trying to write<br/>On the same page</p> <p><a href="http://www.philosophicalrabbit.com/paiku/2010/02/rain-and-iboth-trying-to-writeon-the-same-page.html" target="_blank">Paiku</a></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/403321126http://www.openmicro.org/post/403321126Sun, 21 Feb 2010 16:09:15 -0500<p>i place the stones one by one<br/>upon the dusk-soaked sands<br/>to check at dawn for each small change<br/>for this is how we talk, the Sea and i</p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/369493476http://www.openmicro.org/post/369493476Wed, 03 Feb 2010 18:41:08 -0500<p>hoar frost!<br/> she sends a picture<br/> phone to phone</p> <p><a href="http://haikustudy.wordpress.com/2010/01/22/332/" target="_blank">K. Brobeck</a></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/364514212http://www.openmicro.org/post/364514212Sun, 31 Jan 2010 23:43:00 -0500<p><a href="http://twitter.com/SlowReads/status/7134212246" target="_blank">i.<br/></a>The silver cord, the golden bowl, the long home. The cord slips, the bowl cracks, the long home.</p> <p><a href="http://twitter.com/SlowReads/status/7162092898" target="_blank">ii.<br/></a>The silver chord, the scratched CD that plays a snatch of song again, again. Where will death’s foreplay scratch me, scratch me?</p> <p><a href="http://twitter.com/SlowReads/status/7226991754" target="_blank">iii.</a><br/>On what will I fix, what neuronal lifeline, my golden bowl at sea? </p> <p><a title="slow reads">Slow Reads</a></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/352786873http://www.openmicro.org/post/352786873Mon, 25 Jan 2010 11:48:00 -0500<p>Wisdom of a blue<br/>morning - the wind<br/><br/>lifts; the day<br/>turns, returns.</p> <p><a title="The Middlewesterner" target="_self" href="http://www.middlewesterner.com/">The Middlewesterner</a></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/350362020http://www.openmicro.org/post/350362020Sun, 24 Jan 2010 02:07:17 -0500<p>Is there a version of my life in which Mary is the martyr<br/><br/>And is there a version of your life in which I traffic in holies</p> <p>Which direction of existence is the road out of Jerusalem</p> <p><br/>Grant Hackett<br/><a href="http://fallingoffthemountain.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Falling off the Mountain</a>, January 16^th and 18^th</p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/346803134http://www.openmicro.org/post/346803134Thu, 21 Jan 2010 21:40:02 -0500<p>midwinter -<br/> hard frosts soften<br/> the gardener’s hands</p> <p><a href="http://thefragmentworks.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Mark Holloway</a></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/318620284http://www.openmicro.org/post/318620284Tue, 05 Jan 2010 16:46:05 -0500<p>Dawn comes, pink and gray as a 1950s shirt. The full moon hangs in the west, no longer blue. I hang the new calendar on the kitchen wall.</p> <p><a href="http://bluegrasspoet.tumblr.com/post/311364292/dawn-comes-pink-and-gray-as-a-1950s-shirt-the" target="_blank">Sherry Chandler</a></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/316641347http://www.openmicro.org/post/316641347Mon, 04 Jan 2010 13:43:41 -0500<p>a dog in every<br/> sunlit yard, greeting<br/> the New Year</p> <p><a href="http://haikustudy.wordpress.com/2010/01/02/323/" target="_blank">K. Brobeck</a></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/316626382http://www.openmicro.org/post/316626382Mon, 04 Jan 2010 13:29:28 -0500<p>Everything’s unwrapped, and there’s one present no one can remember buying. Its cheap plastic suddenly acquires an aura of wonder.</p> <p><a href="http://identi.ca/notice/17465560" target="_blank"><i>12/25/09</i></a></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/300355843http://www.openmicro.org/post/300355843Fri, 25 Dec 2009 17:01:41 -0500<p>remembering<br/>how she bent<br/>as the bathwater ran</p> <p><a title="haiku study" href="http://haikustudy.wordpress.com/2009/12/18/318/" target="_blank">K. Brobeck</a></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/289043234http://www.openmicro.org/post/289043234Fri, 18 Dec 2009 11:09:52 -0500<p>Bald dome and wrinklebrow<br/>He makes himself known,<br/>And limply by candlefrown<br/>Makes his way home.</p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/285023369http://www.openmicro.org/post/285023369Tue, 15 Dec 2009 15:21:15 -0500<p><a href="http://twitterku.com/post/258303420/all-thanksgiving-day-just-begging-for-attention" target="_blank">blueheron</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>All Thanksgiving day,<br/> Just begging for attention,<br/> Lone red mailbox flag.</p> </blockquote>http://www.openmicro.org/post/273385647http://www.openmicro.org/post/273385647Mon, 07 Dec 2009 12:27:25 -0500<a href="http://www.vianegativa.us/2009/12/between-dream-and-metaphor-haiku-of-yosa-buson/">Between dream and metaphor: haiku of Yosa Buson</a>: <p>My somewhat lighthearted approach to the haiku master.</p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/273331923http://www.openmicro.org/post/273331923Mon, 07 Dec 2009 11:26:41 -0500essay<p>The Cold Moon sets behind the bare-limbed ash. She takes her time. I shake my restless foot.</p> <p><a href="http://identi.ca/notice/15859099" target="_blank">Sherry Chandler</a></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/264974500http://www.openmicro.org/post/264974500Tue, 01 Dec 2009 10:18:24 -0500<p>Sometimes suicide is slow. A friend tries, fails; tries, fails. But the body holds our secrets and never forgets.</p> <p><a href="http://identi.ca/notice/15560883" target="_blank">*</a></p> <p>One day, years later, the body holds a bright, growing ball and says, “See? Look what I have done for you.”</p> <p><a href="http://identi.ca/notice/15560942" target="_blank">Elizabeth Westmark</a></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/259535518http://www.openmicro.org/post/259535518Fri, 27 Nov 2009 10:00:00 -0500<p>The EU’s new “president”, Herman Van Rompuy <a href="http://hermanvanrompuy.typepad.com/haiku/" target="_blank">posts haiku on his blog</a>. Because Kris asked, I translated and tweeted a few of them. <a href="http://twitter.com/aj3d/status/5888136087" target="_blank">This is the one I liked best</a>:</p> <p>Ik ruik de vrieslucht,<br/>en stap er dwars doorheen.<br/>Ik adem vrij.</p> <p>I smell the frosty air<br/>and step right through it.<br/>Breathing freely.</p> <p>__<br/>Herman Van Rompuy<br/>(translated by aj3d)</p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/250828563http://www.openmicro.org/post/250828563Fri, 20 Nov 2009 09:30:05 -0500<p><a href="http://aj3d.tumblr.com/post/242390491/silent-leaves-haiku" target="_blank">silent</a></p> <p>leaves<br/>crushing<br/>rustling<br/>falling<br/>silently</p> <p><a href="http://aj3d.tumblr.com/post/242389537/dead-leaves-haiku" target="_blank">dead</a></p> <p>fallen<br/>dead<br/>leaves<br/>dead<br/>leaves<br/>falling<br/>down</p> <p><a href="http://twitter.com/aj3d" target="_blank">aj3d</a></p>http://www.openmicro.org/post/242457692http://www.openmicro.org/post/242457692Fri, 13 Nov 2009 05:49:36 -0500