The moist air is heavy
But crickets
Chirp
Empty bird’s nest in moonlight
Summer night
Mourns
Windows gaze into the dark
A widow
Black
More time for woolgathering
With a pink
Slip
Wind tries to blow out the moon
But morning
Does
Sparse light caressing the clouds
Dark river
Bark
The merle sings her song along
Without key
Bight
The man is walking slowly
With his dog
Old
The crystal wings of angels
Just after-
Glow
Swaying boughs of the elm trees
Passing clouds
Gone
Leaving
a fragrance behind
In his
wake
Moon
Can't
see the talking wild geese
Above
me
Night
White
water jumping downwards
Over
black
Rocks
Moonlight
dancing on the waves
Frogs
humming
Wind
Plastic
bags in a sandstorm
Forgetting
None
Headlights
peek into darkness
Sleep
will find
You
Ferns
bowing deep to the rain
Before
the
Rain
You are
still stumbling backwards
Look
forwards
Fall
Peninsula
in moonlight
While
camping
Frogs
Waves
are creeping up the shore
Lights
flicker
Doubt
Rice
paddies and bamboo groves
Butterflies
Wind
The
light wind misses a beat
Roaming
in
Pines
Swirling
round like a rainman
Clouds
vanish
Sun
A
yellow moon edging clouds
Dark
meadow
Hare
How
the moon touches old bones
Not
moving
Trees
S.M. Kelvin created the Tilus [Tee-loo-hz],
which falls under the category of micropoetry. I've tried the form myself, but
would favour a hendecasyllabic form with 7 – 3 – 1
syllables, which avoids the even syllable count. I don't want to restrict this
new form on people and nature, there don't has to be a kigo, but it may be used
as in haiku. The poem should end/point
at one word. I call this new form of micropoetry Tylus [Tie-loo-hz].
Link
to Tylus 01:
http://rheumatologe.blogspot.de/2014/10/tylus-01.html.
