We enjoy 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.
You might even be one who skips the pool and dips your pinky finger into a jar to savor the honey of a poem all morning. Or maybe one is not enough, and you order your ice cream cones with a triple dip.
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 couple of months.
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1. From No, by Mark Doty
He’s the color of ruined wallpaper,
of cognac, and he’s closed
2. From Poem on the Fridge by Paul Hostovsky
The refrigerator is the highest honor
a poem can aspire to.
3. From Poem in Which Nobody Says I Told You So by Tracy K. Smith
Now we can lose ourselves in six dimensions.
4. From Press by Richard Maxson
What would I
read in lines
of your face
5. From Warm Night by Terri Witek
and sips from the small red spoon of your lips
6. From Introduction to Physics by Susan Lewis
Don’t suck me into your empty center —
7. From Fire and Ice by Robert Frost
I hold with those who favor fire
8. From Selecting a Reader by Ted Kooser
she will thumb
over my poems
9. From Rope by Rynn Williams
and the rope’s metronome, forgotten as breath
10. From Galway Moons by Terence Winch
If you can recall the street where you were born
pack the memory carefully
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Thanks to our regular #dipintopoetry players: @vickiaddesso, @edaypoems, @tspoetry, @monicasharman,
@doallas, @sandraheskaking, @theimaginedjay, @lauralynn_brown @brightersideblg
Photo by Rafael Capalbo, Creative Commons License via Flickr. All poems previously appeared by permission of the poet and/or publisher in Every Day Poems.
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Maureen says
Small Forgotten Poems
We read ourselves in the lines
of your face, empty the red
from your warm lips, spoon ice
into sips of cognac and recall
as a poem the press of your breath
in the center of ruined wallpaper.
*
If I favor memory, I recall
the night you were born,
how I would hold you, carefully,
your lips closed over a thumb.
I would read you small, forgotten
poems.
You would suck as if a metronome,
your face the color of fire.
*
I aspire to be your introduction
to the six dimensions of the highest
moons in Galway.
Nobody says, “Don’t pack rope.”
L. L. Barkat says
Oh, these are wonderful. I am especially liking…
“If I favor memory, I recall
the night you were born”
and
“I aspire to be your introduction
to the six dimensions of the highest
moons in Galway.”