A Windowed Existence
A Windowed Existence
The Truest Hero
The truest hero
is seldom seen
in cape nor undies
on the outside
But in those
whose daily
actions make
the stranger
a welcome guest
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A Way With Words
In your question
Is not a search
For an answer
But an argument.
You speak bitterly
Not for betterment
Will these be
The last
Standing words?
This was today’s piece of micropoetry.
I started it yesterday, writing it into twitter and saving it as a draft. All of my micropoetry fits into the 140 character space of twitter. Most of the time it includes the hashtag #micropoetry.
For this poem I used all the available space.
This morning I did a little rearranging before posting it.
It popped up on my Facebook page also and two friends from my writing group made some suggestions for rearranging.
Let’s play a game: How would YOU rearrange the poem? I fiddled with two variations, but how would you play with the form?
Rules
You can:
You cannot add or remove words.
Put your version in the comments below. Best entry wins 100,000,000 Internet Points to be used in raising the general intelligence of YouTube comments.
And I’ll send you a handwritten copy of your version!
Have at it!
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It Is Written
It is said,
“It is written”
The oral tradition
Of received wisdom
In a fortune cookie
Platitude while we
Forget to read
The written truth
Outside
when did Outside
become an
undiscovered country?
whose unfenced boundaries
spark greater imagination
than the couch’s confines
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Tagged creativity, experimental, fiction, flash fiction, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry, slice of life, writers, writing
I like to write micropoetry on twitter, limiting myself to 140 characters (128 if you include the hashtag).
I collect my micro musings in a document with the aim of publishing a book of poetry (I’ve seen a review of a book of 140 twitter fictions so why not a book of micropoetry?)
But I shall share the more recent ones with you here.
Enjoy.
Which one(s) did you like best? Why?
First Date
an open packet of plain chips
(you prefer Salt and Vinegar)
we scrabble for the scraps
and lick the grease
from our fingers
Irony
In an act of irony
I draw trees on paper
And stick them
On my wall
An ecological conundrum
Where I can’t see
The forest for the trees
Unravelling and Resonating
The unravelling of each other
Pulling at threads of fault
Leaves only a mirror
To reflect and resonate
Our own insecurities
Trivial Dust
Death makes trivial objects
of us all; dust becoming dust
As I wipe my finger
Along the photo frame
My reflection echoes yours
Conscience
Hamlet declared
Conscience does make
cowards of us all
For we ultimately fear
What holds us back
When it should
Push us forward
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Tagged creativity, experimental, flash fiction, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry, slice of life, writers, writing