Where Are They?

Every other Tuesday night on Twitter, there is a Tweetspeak poetry jam. It's like a game, playing with grown-up. Poets all. I'm the newby. We have a prompt about every three minutes with a line from a poem. Several people feverishly tweet a line prompted from a word, or a word from someone else's line. It makes me sweat, the pace is so fast. I can't think of what to write, so let my fingers write what they want. It is a bit fascinating to see what comes out?

I went back, collected all my tweets, putting them together without disturbing the order of a line. The lines aren't in the order I tweeted them, however. This is a very naughty, nekkid poem somehow. :)  So much fun. Thanks Glynn, for editing and pasting. It would be overwhelming. And the secret wizard behind the prompts? I canna tell thee. But, if you want to read a book by the author, click and don't tell. Can't wait to see the edited version of the whole.  Maureen did this last time, I'm copying her. 

Where are the manly troubadours

 insanity to stay away

gurgling bubbles

I hear laughter from him

who blows the whistle

 to stop the occasion

it is catching

contagious

once bitten we bite

help me learn

 to digest more than the gray

like a whirling dervish

centrifical force stifling life

Laura likes

 all the good words

favorite ones

if it's coffee

 how can we sleep  

another hallelujia

 for dumping the bucket

thick red sticky melting

 sometimes confusing jam.

he bobs up again

 the weight as nothing

stepping on scent

attracting the desert creature

to be caught

must feel broken and lost

purr to the stroke of affection

foreign places inside

big like a venti

burn and be done with it is

 favorite verse

bruised often to sprout

planting seeds makes

tree sized futures promising

clarity is lost

inside dreams of the dayspring

plump again from life giving water

cords of twisted pride

paint the landscape of her heart

 never too cold

never too hot

 cashmere

 just right

like baby bear's porridge

pistachio green salutes boring

races ahead as art

  The humps quiver in a circle

The dizzy dance of poetry

 is rising a rhythm in my heart

pay for stardust

 a collision with words

God laughed 

danced with words

when he made a giraffe

whisper moonlight

 on hard words

lift lightly to heal

lumpy regret twists mouth

into fragile leaf

secret weight of crushing hand

ecstasy and sorrow

float alone

a song

as blossom vapor stories

 disappearing with a breath

writing opens seeds

 secret freedom

 begins inside alone

in the shade

 tares hide

hang out

again, hi, camel