It always takes a few moments for participants in our poetry jams to collect themselves, eat the last of dinner, calm down, and generally settle themselves as they prepare to jam. Tuesday’s poetry jam was no different, except an errant camel named Bradley, having imbibed a certain volume of wine at dinner, wandered on to the scene.
A Cacophonous Choir Assembles
By @mdgoodyear, @llbarkat, @PoemsPrayers, @mxings, @togetherforgood, @cascheller, @mmerubies, @MonicaSharman, @DancinButterfly, @thegypsymama, @TchrEric and @KathleenOverby. Not to mention @shrinkingcamel. Edited by @glynn_poet.
Mi mi mi.
I hope others come to this
party besides
me me me.
Opera?
What is this 10-15 syllables?
That is just mean; when I catch
you I am going to strangle
you in my car.
But it was time to try some meter and
syllables are the easiest entry point to that!
He means structure, the man is
giving me structure, sounds like
work .
La Boheme?
Italy?
Spaghetti?
Can a poetry party have a
spaghetti theme?
Petrarch. Italy,
Italy! Is it Italy?
Tonight I get to just play.
Prompts brought to you by
mystery prompter.
Hello. What’s going on?
What am I doing here? A
glass of wine, please?
What’s up?
I’m here! Life can
begin now!
I’m ignoring her. Heh heh heh.
You are not allowed to ignore
me. Turn your gaze.
A glass of wine and thee,
Bradley.
(Like my rhyme?)
Well, I’m not to the rhyming
part yet. Warming up. Meee Mee.
Do la so fa me re..
Garcon! A round for everyone!
On the house!
A round of Guiness I hope!
Are we in France? I thought
this was Italy. Garcon?
Okay I will bring the chilled
Swill.
Swill my gaze, artfully take me
to Venice and beyond under the
sun, under the universal story.
I’ll just have coffee. I can be the
designated driver.
Coffee stories happen, like the
way him and her happened:
a swig, before
they could stop.
The old school shutter, clicks and
releases, staining cells with light.
Photography. Italy?
Italian photography?
Wish I was up for, but alas
the brain is
too fried for poetry friends.
We never let that stop us!
At least I don’t!
I am not slow! it’s my computer!
TweetDeck is responding more
quickly than the page.
Just had a nice glass of Sineann
Pinot Noir with din-din tonight.
Fine stuff, it is.
Hiccup!
Related:
Heather Truett, our own @mmerubies, collected and posted all of her tweets from last night’s jam under the title of “Ode to a Social Network.”
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Heather says
I like being referred to as “our own madamerubies.” Makes me feel specialer than I am. 🙂
laura says
I missed another one? Stinkers. Do you all announce them on FB? Somehow I keep missing it. Sounds like you had a lot of fun! Wine always changes things…
n davis rosback says
Cacophonous Choir …
lol…that put some good pictures in my head.