Every year it’s always the same. I vow I’m going to not only find a way to participate in National Poetry Month but I’m gonna carry that spirit beyond April and throughout the rest of the year.
But I don’t. And because I can’t I have decided I am not really dedicated enough to actually consider myself a poet of any grade. That doesn’t stop me from trying again year after year.
Last year I used npm as my testing ground for signing onto Twitter. My goal was to post one new haiku a day and sort of get myself up to speed in social media and that went well enough so I’m going to try again this year. Like last year I’ll be collecting the week’s Tweets into a Poetry Friday post, but since this first roundup comes only a day in I thought I’d do a little behind-the-scenes with these Tweets.
force frost-burnt buds and brown leaves
elderly trees wait
A few weeks back we had a burst of spring coming straight out of some bitter cold. I couldn’t help notice that some of the younger trees and bushes in the neighborhood couldn’t wait to send out new buds and baby leaves. Five days later we got a bitter cold bunch of rain that caused flooding and over-saturated ground and those buds started to get freezer burn. The haiku wrote itself
lost school craft knowledge:
white glue and rubber cement
fingerprints and snot
I was thinking about how we used to paint desks with rubber cement, let it dry a little, then ball it up into fake snots that we would hang from our nostrils. Which reminded me of how we used to put white Elmer’s glue on our fingertips and peal it off when dry and study our fingerprints. What I wasn’t able to include in this etude for adhesives was how we liked to take peppermint scented paste and smear it on our teeth and then lick it off.
By midday yesterday a friend from school through down a challenge: “What, no limericks?” Hmm. Would a limerick fit the 140 character limit of Twitter? Could I also write a limerick a day for a month? I thought of Edward Lear, and “The Owl and the Pussycat” (not written in limerick form), and the image of a man and a cat at sea bobbed around my mental ocean. An idea struck, a twist, then the cat disappeared and the following emerged.
There was an old salt name of Plum
Who drank rum ‘til his innards were numb
Took to sea in a scow
Taunted sharks from the prow
And now everyone just calls him Chum
It took two Tweets to make it fit, so maybe Twitter isn’t the best place for a limerick, but I enjoyed the challenge.
Finally, a biographical haiku, fitting for April Fools Day. And totally true.
the joke is on me
all day my underwear was
inside out, backward
Don’t ask me how I didn’t figure this out earlier.
So here we go. National Poetry Month and twitku and maybe the occasional limerick. Follow along on Twitter, or join in by adding your own haiku with the #twitku tag. And for the first time in a long while I’m participating in Poetry Friday which is hosted this week at Book Aunt.