My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. This week, I posted a series of two-by-fours to Twitter, which I wrote a while ago... Actually, I'm thrilled to say that I've completed my full year's worth of micropoems for 2021, meaning that I no longer have… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 43
A two-by-four EPIGRAPH: Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.-Helen Hunt Jackson (1830 – 1885) Joyous most words mine ~ naught without my sorrow
A two-by-four EPIGRAPH: A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.-Ingrid Bergman (1915 – 1982) Slow down, Jellyfish! You haven't even introduced yourself!
A two-by-four EPIGRAPH: All human wisdom is summed up in two words; wait and hope.-Alexandre Dumas (1802 – 1870) Our weightiest hopes can wait, but we cannot
A two-by-four EPIGRAPH: Of all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.'-John Greenleaf Whittier (1807 – 1892) Death might have been what he really wanted.
A two-by-four EPIGRAPH: In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.-Robert Frost (1874 – 1963) Life might go on, but humanity might not.
A two-by-four EPIGRAPH: Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.-Henry James (1843 – 1916) Summer afternoon; so many beachgoers frolicking in Haifa.
My 1st two-by-four Is two- by-four three words or one? My 2nd two-by-four If two-by-four is one word, there's extra space.