Ann Kroeker. Writer.

Last week, I participated in a Tweetspeak Poetry party. During that one-hour gathering, we snatched ideas, images, words or phrases from one another and spun something new, to complement, to add to the beauty, 140 characters at a time.

Connections are made. Wordplay abounds. Raw material appears, woven later into actual poems and published at Tweetspeak Poetry.

There. There we are, in the petals, the sugar, the shards, the myths. #tsptry

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Here are my lines, spontaneous and odd, presented in the order they appeared during the mingling of minds and hearts:

Dripping from the silver-lined box,

pink nectar.

I find a clutter of hearts

scattered like blossoms.

Gather them.

Tuck them in the golden box.

How like us to love a mess.

There. There we are, in the petals, the sugar, the shards, the myths. 

There we are, in the pink, the blossoms.

Let’s cook, let’s taste, let’s race through time, through centuries.

I tumble into the invisible space between us

caught by tapestry woven by dragonwings.

Dissolve into the river;

rush downstream

past smooth stones.

I am here in the river, in the rush, in the blue perfection

There’s always time, centuries, even, to look amongst the stone for jewels

Some say time is a river.

Stop time for me. Play a love song on your lute.

Come back, please. Bring lyrical love songs with you. Whisper them softly.

Bring the blues, the canoes

Paddle hard, for the current is strong

We are lifted on dragonwings.

We are

grasping as the last lines slip away 

snatching for a synonym

dissipating like smoke

All is vanishing

lifted from sight

leaving only crumbs.