We began a daily sharing over Every Day Poems on Twitter, inviting you to take a dip into poetry with us. Perhaps for you, the poem could be a pool. You could take a dip, a refreshing soak of your arms, legs, and lashes. Or maybe you’re the more hesitant type, dipping in only a toe to test the waters.
However you do your dipping, we invite you to keep taking your daily dip into poetry with us, posting your favorite line from the day’s Every Day Poems, with the hashtag#dipintopoetry. Today, we’re sharing the top ten (by number of tweets and favorites) #dipintopoetry lines that were tweeted over the month or so.
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1. Cirque by Sara Barkat
we found
a grave excuse to look around
2. Death Defying by Marjorie Maddox
From her husband’s teeth, the thin lady hangs
3. Sonnet 24 by William Shakespeare
That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done
4. Beard and Baby by Eugene Field
And round my heart I always feel
The twining of her dimpled fingers!
5. Signals by Joseph Hutchison
at sea in a mirror made of lost time
6. After the Sea Ship by Walt Whitman
Waves, undulating waves, liquid, uneven, emulous waves
7. Release by R.S. Gwynn
Slow for the sake of flowers as they turn
8. Funnel by Joan Murray
the narrow spinning room with both of us inside,
slow-dancing
9. Photograph by Dave Malone
The boat blushes mimosa pink
10. Whales by Claire Trévien
the carpet looked too smooth to hide a mammal
Thanks to our regular #dipintopoetry players:
@vickiaddesso, @edaypoems, @tspoetry, @monicasharman, @matthew_kreider,
@doallas, @sandraheskaking, @brightersideblg, @dzmalone, @soulstops
Photo by Neal Fowler, Creative Commons License via Flickr.
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Matthew Kreider says
Seeing these lines here feels like bumping into good friends again. 🙂
Maureen says
Inside Ship Windows
From her husband’s teeth, the thin lady hangs,
a grave excuse for spinning. Both eyes narrow
to a funnel, glazed, as they turn to look around
the room. Her eyes mirror the lost time both feel
as her fingers release the photograph made at sea
after the too-smooth waves round, slow the ship
for the sake of 24 good whales, undulating. Baby,
we are emulous, slow-dancing a liquid sonnet
with the uneven boat. See into the twining windows
of his dimpled pink heart? The mimosa flowers hide
the signals a mammal always blushes, that beard
we found in the carpet.
What now?
Matthew Kreider says
Love this, Maureen. Some really delightful word pools have formed — where I just want to stop and splash around in them for a bit. Beautiful work! You are still the master. : )
Maureen says
Oh, thank you, Matt!