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This all started as a Poetic Twitter Experiment. See http://wp.me/pwlgB-2W for the original post. It was an unconscious effort in art. I blame my lack of pen issues. My purse is too big. I can never find my pen when I have an inspiring thought.

Waiting for the train. Blows by on the way to freedom. #buspoetry

Ocean-blue eyes, swimming, whispering the secret music of the spheres. #buspoetry

Pedestal viewing, blindly feeling your way into my soul. #buspoetry

Loss of mind, life, limb, waiting impatiently for triumphs to come. #tweethaiku

Glimmering lights above expectation, making way for destiny, while a woman sits hungry & cold, a child dreaming of tomorrow. #tweetpoetry

Sometimes my eyes burn with the weight of thoughts left unexpressed, waiting for a sign from the sky. #buspoetry

Clouds ebb and flow through my vision, mind, soul. Here is where we dream. #buspoetry

I translate everything you say into women-speak, grating against my eardrums. #tweetpoetry

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http://twitter.com/Christel42

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Poetic Twitter Experiment

Yeah. I think the title says it all. Sorry I’m not all verbose and creative with my title today. I kind of fell into this experiment while on the bus this morning because I couldn’t find my pen. Again. And I had line going through my head, so I tweeted them. I tagged them #buspoetry at first, but then I did it again while on a smoke break at work, and #buspoetry seemed like a lie, so I tagged it #tweethaiku. Not that I’m trying to write haikus necessarily. That one just worked out like that. Anyway, I think I’m going to keep doing this for a while. Well, at least today, I’m trying to limit my tweets to poetry, but I’m long-winded and have to bitch about work somewhere, so that might not be entirely it. Eventually, my poetic tweets are going to become something cohesive (I hope), or at a minimum, I’ll have something I can pull together for a social media meets poetry arts kind of thing? It could work. Maybe. And if it doesn’t, who cares? Only a few people probably even notice the random tweets anyway, and if I can bring a smile or a “hmmm” to someone’s day, then I’ve accomplished my good deed for the day. So, off to poetic tweeting!

Enjoy your day, lovelies. 🙂

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