If memory serves, the third week of National Poetry Month is always a bit like hitting the wall. So this week’s twitku are a mixed lot.
All sort of animals today, mostly birds.
to last forever / our lives witnessed, recorded / and sung by the birds
urban savanna / lumbering teen hippo boys / stork-legged teen girls
missing bird flyer / the cat acts suspiciously / the dog looks away
There’s a rather weak attempt at a pun buried in here.
kentucky burgoo / is it porridge, soup or stew? / I haven’t a clue
peripatetic / when wandering patetics / fall madly in love
first sunburn of spring / no comfort to be found from / neglected aloe
Only two today, grass-stains and deep thoughts about place.
down by the water / the ground plays practical jokes / soggy grass-stained butts
this place I call home / who else called it home before / how many more will?
Another short day, a trip to the airport and the Boston Marathon.
romance of travel / standing in security / overpay for food
marathon monday / closed streets shut down the city / sirens fill the air
Just to be clear, the old guys are yelling at each other’s empty houses. Surreal and entertaining.
some say we are dust / but we are water transformed / liquid, solid, gas
elderly neighbors / yelling at empty houses / harmony of hate
echoes in my head / me: but, mom! i looked everywhere! / mom: did you LIFT things?
The first one is a Limick, sort of. It’s missing a line but it still works. Sort of.
the old man from kent / never knew about what grew / from the AC vent
repeating bird song / caught in an infinite groove / making time stand still
midnight is a crow / that drifts across the night sky / the moon in his eye
The cat reappears, and yes skateboards used to have clay wheels.
to shower in clothes / to prepare for the monsoons / or walk about nude?
dead vole at the door / a warning from the cat or / a peace offering
1969 / the mighty pebble could stop / clay skateboard wheels
truth bent like willows / faces betray memory / high school reunion
humor’s conundrum / he who laughs last laughs best or / he who laughs best lasts?
military jets / overhead at fenway park / national treasures
A couple of decent ones cropped up, some I don’t even remember what frame of mind I was in when I wrote them. The usual. I’d pick out some faves but I’d rather hear what struck a chord with y’all.
Poetry Friday, it’s a thing. I probably don’t have to tell you. Looking for the roundup? Diane over at Random Noodling is hosting this week, so head on over and see what else the rest of the internet is up to.