It started with a poem about not having a poem to write about. Or rather, a morning where Bud Hunt didn’t post an image to inspire poetry, as he has been doing all month. I am a creature of writing habit, so when the prompt wasn’t there, I still had to write a poem, and then shared it with Bud on Twitter.
no image found ..
I went searching
for the poem,
but came up
empty and silent.
holes to hide in.
We best leave
them be, let them
slumber until awoken,
bears after winter
foraging for food.#npm18
— KevinHodgson (@dogtrax) April 21, 2018
From there, Bud wrote a poetic response, on Twitter, and I heard an echo of a famous poem in his opening lines, so I tweeted back with my own poem. Dave Cormier jumped in and before I knew it, we were doing some poetry ping pong.
You can nearly hear the works of Poe, Whitman, Angelou, Williams, Wordsworth, Dickens, and others, if you read carefully enough in our Twitter poems. Not that we were being true to the poems, only that we were building off the familiar.
I gathered them up into a Twitter Moment (my first stab at Twitter’s curation tool). Take a look. I think I got them all.
For all the talk we have of the worries and dangers about social media, a small experience like this — a poetry riff that emerges only from creativity and connections — is a gentle reminder of the possibilities that come when people and ideas flow together, with humor and humanity.
Peace (in poems),