After a brief hiatus, we’re resuming with the poems from TweetSpeak’s recent Twitter poetry party – that had 29 people participating and one lurker. The prompts were taken from Caduceus: Poems by Sorina Higgins. The poet herself (@IambicAdmonit) was at the party.
And here are the next seven poems.
Tell Me More
By @LW_Willingham, @memoriaarts, @VinaMist, @llbarkat, @EscapeIntoLife, @SimplyDarWrites, @renokingstweet, @PatriciaSpreng, @annkroeker, @IambicAdmonit, @chrisyokel, @RadBeliever, @jejpoet, @DianaBridge, @Doallas, @SandraHeskaKing, @matthewkreider, @dorphlthewise, @sethhaines, @mjpaulusjr, @leximagines, @LoveLifeLitGod, @ArelyStdenis, @shortcake0369, @kconwayireton, @lauralynn_brown, @secarey, @mmerubies, and @monicasharman. Lurking by @monicabrand. Edited by @gyoung9751.
A Grecian page
Is that us upon
a Grecian page?
Wise men retell tales
of nights long upon
a Grecian page.
I lick the page with fury
and fang. I bite the page
with all the darkness.
I spill it out, gashed
across the page,
repeated and repeated
and repeated, like
a perpetual beginning.
Warm to whispers
Lilac lips warm to whispers
like mist on morning blossoms,
shouting to be heard over
the din of bursting blooms.
Mist sugar coats my tongue
with memories of your bloom,
a virgin arch of bending pink,
hugging foot-long blossoms
and mirrored beginnings.
The mirrors line up an infinite march.
Vases, repeated. Faces, repeated.
Spun sugar
Hades has not reached his zenith
and the sugar spun blossoms
continue to live and melt our mouths
with sugar, each other. Oh how warm
your story makes me:
I am a stir stick, a sip, a sugar packet.
Every page, every again, every sugar
moment, I keep turning back to you.
Our ears turned deaf
No one can hear the rest; our ears turned
deaf and our hearts to frigid stone beneath
our chests. Dream the tips, spring the wheels,
open the curlers. I am here, a cycle, a story,
a line on the land.
Don’t let your heart fall heavy:
granite, rock, marble, stone. Pick it up.
Give it a throw. Break it over real things,
needful things.
She called my name
She called my name over the ages
and the stories told but never heard
the metaphor of my existence,
this uncurling bud of once-again.
Everyone loves with a different hand:
some with feathers, others with stone.
Madrona trees
Vancouver saw madrona trees
and mistook them for magnolias.
Every year, the same.
Every opening, once-upon-a-time.
Again.
Feathers
you drew your finger in sand,
cracking rock hard truths
with pink feather touches
upon quartz. Leap on the stage,
gather the flowers, shred
all the feathers to paper-thin blades.
Little pink feathers laying one
upon another make me smile.
Photograph by Joel Olives. Creative commons, via Flickr. Post by Glynn Young, author of Dancing Priest: A Novel
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Sandra Heska King says
You’ve spun some sweet lines here, Glynn. Thank you!
Heather says
beautiful
Simply Darlene says
makes me
wanna lick
some
mist sugar
magnolia
blossoms
As usual, this is a fabulous rendition.
Blessings.
Chris Yokel says
It’s always fun to figure out which lines you contributed. So I’m thinking all these poems should get published someday–“The Communal Verse of Tweetspeak” 🙂
Matthew Kreider says
All these voices held together in granite and quartz, the sugary tweets commingling, fanning out like pink feathers. Glynn’s editing hand sculpts with the beauty and precision of nature.
Chris, I agree: publishing “The Communal Verse of Tweetspeak” sounds right. Can you imagine the design and presentation? Extraordinary.
Monica Sharman says
All this is delightful. The perpetual beginning especially made my day. 🙂
Thanks, Glynn! (You knew about the lurker?!)
Shirley says
Surely there must be more than 29 poets willing to share on Everyday Poetry…perhaps they don’t give a twit, but would like to contribute via
other media/modes?