Bird Seed–Twitter Poems
Many of these lines are responses to photo prompts (‘Starry Night’ and so on), others just me trying to wrap words around my life. I was surprised at the freedom afforded by having the constraints of only 140 characters. Form forces function, maybe?
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Jump rope skipping
wide door open
fragrance wafting
blue sky calling
children laughing
Spring kinda day.
The day is empty tomb new
wide open and blazing white
with possibilities.
Here’s to all the women walking busward
bags in hand, kids in care,
hard work and hope on the horizon.
Grey girders gash against the crowded sky,
filling my birds eye blue view
with dollar signs
on a horizon of diminishing returns.
Spring…death come to life,
beauty buried in bark
against a blue sky,
dreaming of green
March 23rd
Trapped in educationese
translating myself out of a corner,
I bring the child with me
but you’d rather bury us with words.
March 19th
When the flowers waltzed
back into the room
the darkness danced away.
March 18th
Ochre red feather duster
against a gray cotton sky.
Soft Spring surging.
March 16th
Reading forsythia,
preface to Spring,
telling me there’s more to come.
March 14th
Why the swirling curling
colors of sky?
Was Vincent looking for North
and lost his star?
Aug. 5
Noisy books calling ‘Read me!’
I grab each spine & confine them
to their basket-y space
To Get Something Done.
I hear whispers still…
The sound of happy
is rain falling,
dropping,
tapping
tipping the watery scales
leaf-wise on this
quiet, shushing morning.
(for my son’s birthday)
3 Comments
Poet Laundry
I really like these, Jody! Hope-filled, happy and light. Happy New Year!
Kelly Chripczuk
What fun – seems like a great thing to try, especially for those times when I feel stuck! Thanks for sharing 🙂
diana
These are wonderful, Jody!! You're encouraging me to try my hand at this brief form. Thanks so much for sharing them here – you are a gifted poet, my friend.