#tmmpoetry Last week, a plant blew West, lockdown shocked when Boston bombs exploded. Glued 2 news, bags of nerves, sense of calm eroded.
Drive thru closed Not used to walking Moon cracks above sagging belt Whose shinny buckle Beneath bulging belly bursts American #TMMPoetry
morning fog my father asks me who i am #poetweet #tmmpoetry #dementia pic.twitter.com/xX6dzKdPLodPLo
I try on old kimonos and for a moment in the mirror Madama Butterfly. #TMMpoetry
Today, right now I feel like I have no words left No lyrical, magical flow I once spilled over with words but today I don't #tmmpoetry
Rush home on the first warm day, snow still in the shadows, sound of peep frogs waking, I dive into the newly ice freed pond. #TMMPoetry
There are certain ways/we can leave our mark on time:/music/children/and sighs thrown at the stars. #tmmpoetry #fb
Shots taken at night sky Result in stars falling to death/ We sink under pressure of life/ what happens when people aim @ you #tmmpoetry
I cannot give into the fear for I am a dove who has already been captured by love and she has embraced me fully.#TMMPoetry
Stronger than revenge stronger than justice we will be healed form this wound by rising ever higher on the wings of our ideals. #TMMPoetry
#Tmmpoetry Haiku for my Son at Midsummer A wax moth catches the flame it mistakes for moon. I won’t tell you not to look.- Listen: @hollybass360 reads @johnlschuler's moving poem about boston. Read his and others at #tmmpoetry Via @nprnews: http://n.pr/13kG2QV
- Many thanks to our Twitter Poet alumni who have stayed with us for the past couple years! Thanks to @Su_Layug! We can't get all your poems on the air but we are grateful for your passion to write and share your poetry with everyone here and on Twitter.
- Awoken from their winter sleep / the willows weep / dip-dripping themselves / too soon / into the summer #TMMpoetry http://twitpic.com/8yk2zm
Five pure syllables / The white-throated sparrow sings / The sweetest spondees. #haiku #tmmpoetry- Each one comes with a rock, Beneath which lies a secrete, Within which the rock gains weight, Without which the rock grows wings #TMMPoetry
@TellMeMoreNPR #TMMPoetry Turn around. It's guilt, the destroyer, chasing us. Stop running! Let it catch us. It is our teacher.
Somehow in the long parade / of identical days; / the coffee pot, the cat purr, the shaking train; / somehow, everything changed. #TMMPoetry
#TMMPoetry On a grey February morning Drenched in the softest haze Cocooned in my blanket Exploring your chesthairs, a wonderous wiry maze
Spring fêtes compete with weedy extractions. Painted nails can't disguise the soil lodged beneath. #tmmpoetry
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