We spend a lot of time on Twitter. (We’re Tweetspeak Poetry, after all.) In fact, we figure we read thousands of tweets every month. One of the things poetry and Twitter have in common (when done well) is an economy of words. When we see good Twitter poems, we stop and take notice.
1.
#senryu #micropoetry
Doors of this poem
to remain unlocked
during business hours.
— Scott Reid (@apwpoet) November 14, 2015
2.
home
from the opera
their silent house
#senryu #mpy
— Steven (@Stevenc58) November 10, 2015
3.
an autumn
of empty frames..
awaiting
the colors of spring..
#MadVerse #tenwords pic.twitter.com/CNxtqIgRlP
— anurag misra (@tritya3) October 16, 2015
4.
flamenco
the spin and flight
of maple keys
#haiku
— Marianne Paul (@mariannpaul) October 26, 2015
5.
We will meet
some day
on the motorway
Where I will open
like a suitcase
full of clouds
#mpy #vss
— Brendan Bonsack (@BrendanBonsack) November 6, 2015
6.
cutting down the garden leaves of glass
#poetry #micropoetry #haiku 2670
— Sondra (@SondraJByrnes) November 12, 2015
7.
a single
yellow leaf
returns
footloose
through the door
#tanka
@the_o_factor_
— Tzod Earf (@Ear2Earf) November 10, 2015
8.
morse code messages
from the rain
diagonal
across the window
#4lines #micropoetry
— Matt Quinn (@poemblaze) November 5, 2015
9.
worn photograph
of a hunter
in the olden days
aiming somewhere
into the future
#5lines #micropoetry
— Davey (@haikutauren) November 4, 2015
10.
industrial moon–
frogs calls from
a corrugated creek bed
#haiku #micropoetry
— Rob Cairns (@robbiepoet) November 12, 2015
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Maureen says
flamenco clouds – a found poem
a day at home awaiting
the keys I open
a full suitcase
worn yellow like autumn
in rain like colors
in a creek that returns
empty in the hours
of spring frogs at their business
footloose
in the poem
that leaves a poem
in their garden bed
a single maple leaf
calls during flight—
a opera we spin
in through the door
of this house
a photograph messages
through frames
like morse code
across an olden moon—
an unlocked window into
the future on the diagonal
where we will meet
the hunter somewhere
silent aiming
cutting down
the glass on the motorway
corrugated
like flamenco clouds
LW Lindquist says
Love this, Maureen.
Sandra Heska King says
“the hunter somewhere
silent aiming
cutting down
the glass on the motorway”
That stopped me in my tracks. You’re so good at this.
Maureen says
Thank you both, Sandra and LW.
The spacing is not quite as I set it out. I had fun with all the words.
Linda Simone says
A white hard-shelled sphere.
The new year cracks wide open–
Fuzzy yellow chick.
LW Lindquist says
Love that, Linda. 🙂
Antoinette Dickson says
I loved this article. Micropoetry and haiku can be such a blessing to the reader.
I would like to recommend another writer to add to your list. His name is Eric S. Townsend (@ericstownsend). I enjoy his take on “Twitter poetry meets haiku,” which he calls bizkūs. He’s already published two volumes of bizkūs (available on Amazon). Here’s one of my favorites: “bizkū #426 — when you share great news, note lulls and competition. not your top allies! #business #smallbiz #marketing #mktg #socialmedia”