Poetic Tweets for NPR 2014

For the last two years the National Public Radio program "Tell Me More" hosted by Michel Martin has featured poetic tweets during the entire month of April to help celebrate National Poetry Month. If one wants to participate one merely needs to include the hashtag #Tmmpoetry in the Tweet one wants considered for the program. The Tweets are read aloud (twice!) on the air. Both of the previous years I was lucky enough to have one selected. So, below find the ten Tweets that I thought might be worthy this year. 

Polar Vortex-

The hole in my sock

widens

Arizona-

So little snow

so many flakes

Union Station-

In each other's arms

on the steam grate

Lighthouse beacon- 

The burnt orange of her lips

through the fog

Don't call it a comeback

We been here for years-

Hum of cicadas

Razor wire-

The creases in Father's

Orange jumpsuit

August heat-

The kink in the rope 

between her teeth

August afternoon-

A drunk tongues

an empty bottle

February First-

Shoveling a path to

the grill

Chess tournament-

A boy moves from his

father's shadow

Red light-

The car locks popping

as I cross

Until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)

Tuesday Tidbits 11 MAR 14

Not John Henry-

New sign on 

the Office door

Spring Cleaning-

Leaping up to dust

the top shelf

Between the hangover

And the blackout-

Cherry Blossoms

Heavy flurries-

Opening the door to

a blank page

On Friday I posted a haiku about a friend's recent cancer diagnosis and as poets sometimes do, forgot that all of the context that was in my head wasn't on the page. Sorry if anyone thought the diagnosis was mine and I appreciate the concern. 

Until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)

Friday Follies 7 MAR 14

Doctor says Stage Four- 

Coffee darkens a napkin 

then tablecloth  

And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)

Tuesday Tidbits 4 MAR 14

I

Summer sunrise-

The casino refills 

the ATMS

Walking backwards

Across the parking lot-

The Crab Nebulae

Kissing

his name in black granite

Sliver of moon 

Manager's Office-

The telephone cord

trembling

Harvest moon-

A tight skirt waves

at passing cars

Red light-

The car locks popping

as I cross

Wide river-

Thelonious brooding

in the darkness

False eyelashes-

Wiper blades fill

with snow flakes

Lottery Balls-

Snow flakes on a bay breeze

Until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)