She swings open the heavy oak door of the coffee shop, holding a small plate of chocolate truffles. It’s a new ganache, she tells us. Like a superhero wearing cherry red boots, she’s emerged from her candy cave on a mission. She’s the owner of the candy shoppe. And today she wants to share her craft.
I’m in the right place. At the right time. And already jacked up on candy. As a subscriber to Every Day Poems, I’ve received regular deliveries of candy-themed poetry to my inbox all month long.
I flex my spine like an infatuated 13-year-old, “Do you like poetry?”
Maybe it was the sugar, I don’t know, but we stood together at the counter and spoke of cocoa balls and bonbons drizzled with poetry. There’s nothing sweeter than sharing.
In the month of May Tweetspeak Poetry wants to continue sharing. And playing.
If you haven’t already, please consider subscribing to Every Day Poems. We’re going to play with these poems.
1. On Mondays, the Every Day Poem in your inbox becomes Play-Doh. Pinch off a word. Or more. Mix in your words and colors. Until yours.
2. Tweet your poems to us. Add a #mayplay hashtag so we can find it and maybe share it with the world
3. Or leave your found poem here in the comment box for each week’s May Play post
May is for play. Your poems don’t need to be big and heavy. (We like little candies, remember?) Tweet new combinations of found poems as often as you like. Whenever you find a minute or two, grab a word. Make a poem.
Tweet it. Share it. Just play with it. We’ll read your tweets and share some plates of your weekly play each week. We might even ask you to record your poem to be featured in our Top 10 Poetic Picks. Basically, we’ll tell everyone we know about it.
Begin with today’s Every Day Poem.
Enjoy yourself. While you’re at it, if you meet anyone with a plate full of truffles, invite them over to come play with us. We may bite. But we promise to share.
Finally, if you have a short story about why you love Every Day Poems, perhaps even a real-world encounter (think candy shop), post it to your blog and leave your link in Monday’s May Play comment box.
You might earn some chocolate candy roses…
Photo by Andrea KW. Creative Commons, via Flickr. Post by Matthew Kreider.
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Who catches a mother tears,
When she no longer has,
Her child to hold,
Who mends a mothers heart,
When it breaks,
So badly,
No one can fix it,
Who rubs a mothers shoulders,
When they ache,
To hold her child,
Who picks her up,
In the middle of the night,
When she runs,
Because she heard,
Him calling her,
Only to realize,
It was a dream,
As she hits the floor,
Please wake me,
From this dream,
She cries,
Only to realize,
She is awake,
Too filled with grief,
To feel the angel wings,
All around her body,
Gently holding her…..
Playing Her Craft
Your superhero swings
in her cherry red boots,
high on the mayplay
and jacked up on coffee.
Heavy with poems,
she emerged Mondays,
already big, her deliveries
of off-counter words your sugar,
each just a play for real
-world encounters in a minute
or two. She drizzled nothing
sweeter to us than a promise
to continue playing with candy
-themed poetic picks featured
so often at Every Day Poems
we’re going to add a hashtag
to remember to tweet the weekly
new combinations: a month of Play
-Doh, bonbons, and cocoa balls to grab
at the right time and leave here.
Disclosure: All words used in the manufacture of this poem are Matthew’s own.
Fun!
I did one.
Love that Marilyn Monroe poem to use as a starter.
https://twitter.com/#!/llbarkat/status/197030856446050305
Maureen!
Love
Found Poems: I think I’ve discovered my niche talent.
Maureen…
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
(did I say yes?
So fun to read, Maureen. You’re a legend.
L.L. – The Marilyn Monroe poem is perfect. Can’t wait to jump in a barrel and try a tweety poem. This is going to be fun!
And what a great way to start us off, Jean! I wonder what would happen if you boiled this down into a tweet? So many ways to play!
Now
Cuddle me up and hide me
In the secret place,
Our trysting place.
In the midst of noise
And chaos all around,
You quiet me;
My heart is open.
If you want sprinkles
on your head, there is always
room for one more, here.