Now I can’t claim to be the poet in the family–my brother fulfills that quota quite nicely–but sometimes I do like to jot down a few lines, a phrasing or two, a bit of imagery…
her soft lion paws
press against her heart
of thinnest tinfoil
ready to burst
ready to boil
ready to be cut & buttered
stolen by princes
& devoured by witches
Something to do on the train in the morning, you know?
the day i decided to fish
for sheep from a shallow cloud
was the day it rained
maine coons and shar peis.
figures.
I haven’t submitted much to micropoetry.com, but the concept behind the site is pretty great. Sort of a filtered twitter for the poetry crowd. But unlike twitter, you have 160 characters to work your magic with. Twenty whole extra characters to cram in, if you need ‘em. Of course character-cramming isn’t the point, although I always enjoy using exactly 140 characters in my neat, grammatically correct, tweets. Note to novelists: that’s 140 characters as in individual letters and pieces of punctuation. Nobody’s asking you to include 140-160 different characters in your book. Yeah, I’m looking at you, NaNoWriMoers! (Anybody writing a novel this November?)
Go on and sign up. Submit some thing or three, or three hundred. But not all at once - they do vet everything, so when you submit a single poem it still might take a day or so before it goes up.
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