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.[blackbirdpie url=”https://twitter.com/#!/annkroeker/status/183001552255057920″]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 heartsscattered 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 uscaught by tapestry woven by dragonwings.Dissolve into the river;rush downstreampast smooth stones.I am here in the river, in the rush, in the blue perfectionThere’s always time, centuries, even, to look amongst the stone for jewelsSome 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 canoesPaddle hard, for the current is strongWe are lifted on dragonwings.We aregrasping as the last lines slip away snatching for a synonymdissipating like smokeAll is vanishinglifted from sightleaving only crumbs.
Beautiful, Ann! I missed this one, which I hate–always so much fun. I’m glad you enjoyed the party. Lovely lines.
Laura, you add to the beauty, always. Hope we can mingle at the next Tweetspeak party.
Love. 🙂
And look! A blackbird pie embedded tweet!
This is amazing, Ann! From dripping to crumbs. Now I’m going to go see what happens when I string mine together. I don’t think I shared as many.
Okay, here are mine. I didn’t realize I was so wordy, and I never thought to string my lines together like you did. It’s very cool. 🙂
Lilac lips warm to whispers
and sing a sugar song
as the pink pony spins.
The pony holds the key
to pink sugar dreams.
Sweet memories melt
like spun sugar warmed.
Boxes cluttered,
pink nectar spilling–
this room’s a mess!
Let’s cook pink souffles
in golden bowls,
chocolate dusted,
make a mess,
fly through invisible air,
misty pink,
sweet breath.
I carry my harp in a pink canoe
and play a blue melody–
I scale, you scale,
we all scale for pink kale.
Slide down the rainbow
into the golden box.
Oh, sweet crumbs of simplicity,
grief bleeds in my dreams.
Hey, look here! Delightful! You’ve got a blog post, don’t you, dear one?
Those last two lines…those are precious. I am going to tuck them into my golden box. 🙂
Seeing yours streaming down here, I can see how we were affecting each other. Sweet, so sweet.
I want to spend some time with this. I love what came from it. Really, really. Great work, Ann.
Aw, Seth. You’re so encouraging.
Look what you did!
It’s sort of funny, streaming down without anyone else’s stuff. I look forward to Glynn’s magical tapestry weaving. 🙂
nice job, Ann…sounds like you had fun…this poetweet stuff has somewhat intrigued me, might have to try myself one of these days.
Yes, it was fun and I enjoy seeing how some spin serious stuff while others are generating humor to see what we do with it. I’d love to see what you toss into the mix.
A delight. Full of light. A treasure.
Everything you write, a poem.
Miss Ann,
I reckon I only have two lines since I barely made it into the party. It was my first ever tweet-ing. Sandra helped me get there, but I was hungry, tired, confused, and dizzy. Really dizzy. I think you all should pass out mild sedatives beforehand so the newbies could push the door open.
You all are wild under the influence of pink.
Blessings.
Darlene, that is how I felt the first party I joined. And the second. This one I just jumped in and I was sorta melancholy, so my offerings were more serious than the last time.
Try again. Slip in with your surprises. You always bring good stuff.
You are a poet, Ann. Own it. Hug it. And I’m printing it–for keeps.
I need to roll it up and stuff it in a shell, to wear around my neck.
This is just amazing, Ann. What a great idea to go back through and find your own stream of consciousness in the midst of the weaving. And Sandy’s is terrific, too. See what a great idea you had?? Thanks.
Diana! Yes, that’s exactly right–I know I was feeding off of other people’s lyrical language, so I can’t take credit for some of those ideas…but then the lines unfold and there’s this. It’s fun. I agree, Sandy’s is terrific, and reflects her spunky personality.
I love your submission to The Tweetspeak Poetry party.
By the way, my Third week of the Blog Party “Tell Me a True Story” opens tonight at 8:00 PM at: http://letmetelluastory.blogspot.com/
Hazel, I’m so glad to read your note. Thank you for stopping by. I have failed to poke around your story linky. Will visit soon!
Wow!
And I am thinking about all the truth that this one line holds:
“How like us to love a mess.”
I hope it’s true, as I’m a mess most of the time!
I can’t tell you how much I love this! Each line is a jewel in and of itself. I’m amazed at what you can accomplish with 140 characters.
Kimberly, this means so much coming from you. Thank you.
I love how you worked cooking into all that beauty!