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.