South wind bends the slender stems
Of flowers bowed beneath its light caress
Scattering the perfume gathered in cool bowls
Of petals cupped around the flowers’ heart.
Wind from the west blusters and blows
Herding rain clouds straight from the sea
Barging the skeins of voyaging geese
Tossing light and shade from a changing sky.
Cold bites hard when the wind’s in the east
Dry and bitter with the arid taste of steppes
Ruffling the feathers of huddled birds
Sweeping the sky smooth as an icebound lake.
But when the winter wind roars from the icefields of the north
I hear ancient sagas in its chilly voice
Told beneath the smoky beams of halls that rotted long ago
Tossed upon the backs of glassy waves
And chanted by the sea grey clouds
Rowing the turbulent snowy sky.
I’ve written a number of short poems these last few days—mainly about clouds and blackbirds. Here’s one of them.
Through the morning sky
The thick pearl clouds
With their cargo of rain
To loose in showers
On the thirsty earth.
And as they row
Across the sky’s blue depths
They sing of glassy waves
Deep sea caves
And jagged, gull-wreathed rocks
In the booming voices
Of ocean mariners.
As some of you may be aware, I have a Twitter account that I use/visit regularly. I’m just not sure I entirely understand what I’m looking at. Most of what scrolls past seems to be plugs for books with an Amazon link; very little is worth reading in its own right.
The idea of condensing thoughts into a predetermined number of words appeals greatly, hence the dabbling in flash and micro fiction.
Twitter is even more restrictive, with only 140 characters allowed, so using the tweet as a verse form sounded interesting. And lo! Today I discovered the existence of #tweetpoem! There are some beautiful little flashes of inspiration there, a fund of thoughts, musings, and well-crafted images. It’s a great challenge to put an idea so succinctly. Great practice for those of us—I am a prime culprit—who have a tendency to be long-winded.
You should have a go. I’d love to see other people’s efforts. This is the one I posted today:
Thunderheads shred into roiling cloud
Cloud-filled sky in summer