Purified Prose

I think of poetry as prose that has been purified.

And with brevity the soul of it’s wit, Twitter can be thought of as a “language distillery.”

Now please allow me to offer you a taste of my higher proof poetweets…

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purified prose
produces poetry

*November 10, 2014

 

every scratch
a fallen petal
on father’s watch
is precious mettle

*November 8, 2014

 

give pain meds the blame
for drug abuse shame
and outlaw their use
to combat abuse

but when drugs are craved
lives will not be saved
and no addiction
is only fiction

so passing the laws
that ignore the cause
may rid us of pills
but won’t solve our ills

*October 31, 2014

 

fascination
from
finding
fall’s
finest
foliage
foreshadows
finally
feeling
fate’s
farthest
fall

*October 26, 2014

 

if
why
when shared
shows us where

then
where
will now
show us how

*October 10, 2014

 

I hid but my failure discovered me.
I ran but my failure recovered me.
I forgot by my failure reminded me.
I blinked but my failure it blinded me.

I talked and my failure it studied me.
I bathed and my failure it muddied me.
I fought and my failure it pounded me.
I fell and my failure it grounded me.

I hoped that my failure would end for me.
I found that my failure was friend to me.
I learned that my failure was me to me.
I then let my failure be free from me.

*October 2, 2014

 

To fight poor health discreetly
You gave yourself completely
You might have loved your medical career
But will you love this tomorrow?

Is care a hope to treasure
Or something you must measure?
Can you believe the tragic change in sight?
Will you still love this tomorrow?

Faced with healthcare that’s broken
You say that you are only “one”
But you won’t feel like jokin’
When your right to a choice is gone

You’d like to show that you love
To give what we’re in need of
So tell yourself to face that task again
And you’ll still love this tomorrow

September 16, 2014
Hint: Try singing it to the tune of Carole King’s Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

 

though my ideas
are in my post
it’s your ideas
that matter most

*August 27, 2014

 

my body age
not so illogical
is easy to
discern

but true mind age
not chronological
is really my
concern

*August 23, 2014

 

first day of spring
say thank you please
to those who ease
our suffering

*August 5, 2014

 

artist
is not what you
do
it’s who you
are

*May 9, 2014

 

And finally…

since brevity is the soul of twitter
longevity as a goal is bitter

*November 13, 2014

 

 

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