I don’t normally do found poetry, or at least I didn’t before I started playing with my book spines. Yesterday, a poem simply popped out of my tweet stream at me. I’m often amazed by how tweets from several different people in different parts of the world with completely different interests will suddenly all be on the same subject, or feature the same word at the same time. I follow writers, chefs, gardeners, travellers…and yet sometimes, I get a run of tweets about cats, or clouds, or seven tweets in a row (by seven different people) will all contain the word “fiery”. These are random; they aren’t in response to something in the news.
Sometimes it isn’t so specific; just an interesting juxtaposition. The tweets in which I found a poem yesterday were of that nature. I couldn’t resist:
Lipstick and Wax
her legs are rambunctious.
“You taste like lipstick & wax.”
At first, I thought the change from 3rd to 2nd person didn’t work, but then I realized that with the quotation marks, it does work, and beautifully.
Thanks to the three tweeters involved, for the inspiration and for permission to use their tweets in a poem.
Here are the original tweets:
Fiona Robyn@fiona_robyn scarlet toe–nails #themostbeautifulthing 12 http://www.writingourwayhome.com/2012/04/secret-to-happiness-join-us-next.html 6:51 AM – 17 Apr
“her legs are rambunctious”. Um, okay. 6:54 AM – 17 Apr 12
(Ian was quoting from the 2nd line of a novelette on the Hugo shortlist : http://www.tor.com/stories/2011/06/six-months-three-days)
Adam Bray@fisheggtree Where have U been, U saucy little vixen!? You taste like lipstick & wax but you sure beat fried spiders. #Cambodia http://pic.twitter.com/OEBpy2qi 7:01 AM – 17 Apr 12