Twitter Poetry (#poetwe)

yesterday I spied a robin and a cardinal /
dancing together across the snow /
searching for birdly nibbles /
hope they like frozen food

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Twitter Poetry (#poetwe)

I'm attempting something new - Twitter poetry.  Twitter allows for short, only 140 characters, which does include spaces, dashes, and all punctuation.  So I'm attempting to use this format to write poetry.  I'm finding it somewhat difficult.  I tend to be wordy, so expressing the thought, the intent within this form takes some effort.  Not as much as a 6 word story, but enough.  So,  here's my first Twitter Poem, or as I call it #poetwe.

This was to commemorate the blizzard most of Northeastern Oklahoma experienced on Christmas Eve of 2009.  This was only the third blizzard in recorded weather statistics which is in the last 100 years.  Sustained winds of 35 m.p.h. with gusts up to 60 m.p.h.  Final total for Tulsa was 5.8 inches; I live about 35 - 40 miles south and east, and we received about 7 inches of snow.  Needless to say, it was a very quiet Christmas.  Stayed home, bundled up, and read or watched t.v.  Hope your Christmas was warm and loving!


blizzard wind howls in the trees /
overwhelms land with icy flakes /
dancing like manic fireflies /
dangerous beauty full of frigid ire

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Dawning

Dawn sneaks across the sky
in painted beauty, prismatic gleams,

a soft kiss to bid the dark night farewell,
serenaded by the mourning dove

a dream awaited, anticipated –
a flame to enrapture the soul.

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Time

Does it slip ‘like sand through an hourglass’?
Or, merely get lost along the way, bogged
down with the day-to-day living, forgotten
amongst the rubbish of necessary?

One day, a child with nothing to worry
about except imaginary friends, then time
for school, must be on time, making the grade,
being in the right place, doing the right thing.

Finding yourself on the outside looking in,
lost, never belonging, missing something
you can’t even name. Rushing, chasing after
some dream someone told you that you should

want. Then out in the world you go – time
for work, punching a time clock, get your forty
hours in, make it count. Climb the ladder, always
seeking the dream, success. More money, more

bills, no time for the kids, no time for friends.
Until you wake up old, gray, all alone, wondering
how you lost forty years. Facing a reflection
you don’t recognize. Always wondering how

time got away from you. Wishing
for something you threw away
a long time ago.

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Red Dirt Update

Forgot to mention, but in the midst of working on my poetry chapbook for Poetic Asides, I also submitted a flash fiction story and a poem for consideration to the Red Dirt Anthology.  Haven't heard anything yet, but keeping my fingers crossed.

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Sacred Moments

Thank you for the moments,
the life lived within a minute;
little snippets of time, holding
reflections, a world within each

stroke of time, within a grain
of sand upon the shore,
a life lived within the beat
of a bird’s wing, or a heart.

Holding each moment
close to the heart, warming,
sunlight illuminating water,
water whispering over stones,

telling secrets of eons past;
the secrets within each family;
A drop of rain refracting
the world, a world of dreams.

Emotional outpouring, a single
blade of grass heralds the spring;
a sea of green rippling in the breeze,
washing the shore, sandstone

outcroppings reaching for sky,
a blue-fire sky searing the eyes,
eyes that seek the light, finding
the sacred in each moment.

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Dreaming Down the Day

It begins
as a spattering of red like prickling
blood across the fabric of sky

streaks, sometimes angry,
sometimes washed soft

continues
with purple-blue flares developing
into sheets that envelop the bowl above

as the sun traverses the ladder downward
passing night crawling up stealthily,

an assassin
that overtakes, swallowing
the light, until the world consists

only of shadows painted blue and black
punctuated by man-lights gleaming boldly,

a cry
against the night, a feeble attempt
to stave off the darkness, the nightmare unnamed,

until all fades
and dreaming down the day is done


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