Three years ago I started writing “Poetweets” mainly because I wanted to tweet my poems. The name has been used before and afterwards to mean many things but to me poetweets were just 140 character long poems (including spaces and punctuation).
Seems like a good time to resurrect the form. Try a poetweet or any other form of micropoetry and share it via comments or Mister Linky.
(1)
who will come out
to defend this sun?
we who like the moon
for its folly
of transience?
how else
can we hope for love
on the darkest nights?
(2)
driving home
from the graveyard,
on roads that knew her
better than I did,
that let her find her own path,
that stayed,
unlike her daughter.
(3)
evolution
takes another step
towards
artificial intelligence,
the better human is a machine,
the perfect cat
and crow have already
been made.
My favorite is the first one. Love on darkest nights- beautiful!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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All of them are thoughtful, and pertinent. I was drawn to number 2. I didn’t stay either, but still ended up back here.
Elizabeth
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Thanks Elizabeth… it’s a complex journey and it always takes us somewhere, even if it is to the beginning. Maybe that’s the right place!! 🙂
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A Good Monday to all😙
I do like the idea of poetweets. I’m off go work on mine.
Pat
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Thanks Pat… have a great day… see you soon with your poem!!
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That last one is just perfect!
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Thank you. Share a poem anytime through the mister linky widget 🙂
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Absolutely amazing Ajani!
, I did ‘ku Tweets’ – that’s how I started at twitter. However today I;m linking up with a Fibonacci
much love…
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Awesome…looking forward to reading it!!
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Indeed! The 3rd one really hit the nail on the head!
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Glad you liked it Namratha! Thank you 🙂
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The second poem especially spoke to me. My 93 year old mother-in-law lives alone on a farm, her children flung far and wide. She claims the only way she will leave is in a casket. We visit and feel guilt, but there’s nothing to keep any of her 3 children there. A beautiful poem, Rajani.
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Thanks Sarah. It’s such a tough decision. For her to live alone and for the children to make a living and live their lives. I see some of my senior friends going it alone for various reasons, some with the means to pay for assistance, some without…it’s really hard.
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