Twitery – Twittered Poetry on the go by @ChrisTwitery

‘tween the lines

Posted in Twitery by twitery on April 28, 2009

'tween the lines

'tween the lines

Drinking coffee embroidered with meaning,
hot, steaming, sighs and dreaming.
Sipping thoughts endowed with taste,
breathing ‘tween the lines
8:21 PM Apr 19th from web

Drunk with coffee,
your tingling spirit courses thru my veins,
fluid streams caught by a strong undercurrent,
ripping thru my espresso soul.

8:29 PM Apr 19th from web

Sky drifting, stars shifting, spirit lifting,
alignment spinning away at a tangent;
open to wild interpretation
as the planet spins her path

10:34 PM Apr 19th from mobile web

Thar she blows!
Diving deeply to unfathomed depths,
rising gently to spout
and observe strange life
and data crawling madly over the surface

11:34 AM Apr 20th from web

Dreams of paper boats,
cast onto the ocean,
by children of sailors,
swept by gentle winds,
out into the clouds
resting on a distant horizon.

12:56 PM Apr 20th from mobile web

Never silence, computers hum and buzz,
like insects feeding at nightime;
traffic percolates from nearby highways.
Stars fall from the skies.

2:03 AM Apr 21st from web

Splintered shards of light
streak thru slices of curtain;
time to face another day of dreams and demons -
ships and boats, by bus and train.

7:34 AM Apr 21st from web

Wus on a bus for breakfus.
Now a train, riding the rails; espresso.
Bleary eyes waken from deep sleep.
Ghosts from the reality of yesterday.

9:20 AM Apr 21st from mobile web

Unconnected, intersected,
ressurected, undetected,
unselected, rejected,
dejected, unprotected,
cemented, demented,
fermented, tormented …

5:28 PM Apr 21st from mobile web

The morning ripens slowly in the dreamtime.
Just a minute, by gradual degrees,
staggering scenes from one frame of reference
to the meantime

10:34 PM Apr 21st from web

Sun on my back, bent under the weight.
Wind on my face, aerated.
Sun’s in my eyes, clouds in the skies,
silver linings are always over-rated

9:16 AM Apr 22nd from web

Warming slowly, ideas I dislike.
Rising lowly thru empty days,
absent of sunshine.
Reality strikes,
your laughter bite,
your smile in flight

10:41 AM Apr 22nd from mobile web

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