Thursday, October 9, 2014

Tylus 01

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].


Tian Shan gone and beautiful
Issyk-Kul
Grey

Plains still baking in the sun
Uphill starts
Fall

Yellow poplars, red bushes
The meadows
Bleak

Fallen down cherry blossoms
Will pave the
Way

Persimmons waiting for frost
To make them
Sweet

Wind won't touch the crystal stars
Turning to
Snow

Moving on like a spider
Without a
Net

It's getting cold on the porch
But the warm
Light

When winds will be sweeping earth
Man shall be
Dust

We had to drape the mirror
You have gone
Friend

Despite the nightingale’s song
Yellow or red
Fall

A rain drop in the ocean 
Means nothing
Tear

Eavesdropping behind the clouds
Lazy or shy
Moon


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