The Poet Speaks in Tweets

Over at High Calling Blogs, I wrote a post called New Media: honks, tweets and sassy talk. Among other things, it discusses the 'poetry of Twitter.'

I was going to skip doing my own poem this week, but then I wondered if I too might find a poem on Twitter. Here it is, a conglomeration of mini-thoughts from me, Brian, Christine, and Marcus...

I'm Following You Now

Thanks, L.L., not
sure how I feel about
chaos and emptiness,
just signed on
to this and
playing with words
is fun. It is, and I wonder

about the Guatemalan gang
member poets, is it
simply for pleasure
they speak and not
for procreation
of chaos and emptiness
or maybe it's what

they do when they
forget to feed the birds—
thank God! or we'd have
to resort to the top song
at funerals (My Way),
and could we say it
had looked into our souls

anywhere near as
deep as the gang members
playing with words, spitting like
mist. God help me, there will
be evidence itchy as a new
tatoo that I know you'll
appreciate. Evidence that

gang members, playing
with words, say what we all feel
every day and don't say.

Bird Sign in Vienna photo, by J Barkat. Used with permission.

Just Twitter Poetry:
Pristine Poetry, on Twitter

Poetry Friday:
Cindy's Mysterious Gentleman
Monica's This Wrath He Bore
Ann's All Things New
Steve's This is Just to Say
Erica's Bend
nAncY's Therapeia
Laure's Not Yet Conceived But Gleaming
Sarah's Twitter poem
Jim's Twitter Poetry
Deb's When Quiet Needs Song