Conversation Going Nowhere

A Twitter collaboration between @neilfinn and @pfanderson

Day One

You can say the magic words
I got my sensors on

words are magic, magic is words
(siren, serene, sliver, sword)
opening hearts, closing minds
(eggshell, box, & lemon rinds)

She said nobody move
Or I’ll bring the house down

Rustling in the dark,
cracks, pops? Nothing but old house
sagging down to earth.

My wish is for you
And end to your sorrow

Swathed in cool robes,
she bows her goodbyes,
the warmth of embrace
just in her eyes.

So paint a circle in the sky
Out of breath receive the arms of love

Beneath us, shadows
limned by an airborne bubble
blue around our eyes

When you shake off the shadows of night
And your eyes are so clear and so bright
You make fools of the liars and creeps

Day Two

they seem bright, honest-
the firefly constellations
dark’s gentle flowing
seducing with their silence
misleading the other

Today I am still disconnected
To the face that I saw in the clouds
And the closest I get to contentment
Is when all of the barriers come down

Look not at bright dots
embedded in mist.
The space between things
shapes the connection.

We’re standing in a deep dark hole
Beneath the sky as black as coal
It’s just a fear of losing control

Eyes closed, skin alive –
feel air move, waves shift, the rest?
moment of balance

Cuckoos call, pendulum swings
I thought you knew everything
Lift my hands make the cross

Arms raised, our hands cross
(maypole ribbons when dance is
done). Summer comes in.

No one is wise
Until they see how it lies

Day Three

Fingers warm and stick
with sand trickling to the beach.
Lie down in the light …

I lit the match
I lit the match
I saw another monster turn to ash
Felt the burden lifting from my back

Day Four

the stone is a stone.
it doesn’t become lighter,
we become stronger

Then I wake up in your room
To share one piece of your life

the dreamwalker shifts,
sits in the rocking chair, rocks
changing face and form

Remember my loose tongue
Forget what I just said
I’d crawl over broken glass
If we could start again

Day Five

Broken bits of glass
tumbled in salt and sand
grow soft, full of light.

Here’s someone now who’s got the muscle
His steady hand could move a mountain
Expert in bed but come on now
There must be something missing

Sun haze, glory days –
teen boys swap and top stories.
Where is the mirror?

I have all I want is that simple enough
there’s a whole lot more I’m thinking of

Light shivers and sings;
crystals chime of needs, desires.
Echoes ripple, fade.

Tough outer shell
But so you can tell
She’s soft underneath
Where you sink your teeth

Day Six

Marbles, hopscotch, jacks –
we’re not playing the same game.
Ah, for a good book.

I saw you there by the side of the road
You wore long faces and long overcoats in the rain
Waiting for buses to carry you home

Soft staccato rain
embroiders slumber’s edges
with midnight’s needles

I’ll be brave, put all my fears away
I’m hoping that I get the chance to meet her

Day Seven

Meeting, greeting,
Hey! It’s sleeting!
Duck & hover,
Run for cover.
Save handshakes for another day
when beating rain has gone away.

There’s a small boat made of china
Going nowhere on the mantlepiece

On my mantelpiece,
a filly nuzzles her colt,
mama bear breastfeeds,
St. Nicholas cuddles Christ,
Grandpa Morris holds his Ruth.

Sing it anyone got my eyes got my face
Sing it everyone got my nose got my blood

Walking down the street,
seven matching noses,
like Russian nesting dolls,
in sizes big to small

Go kindly with him
To his blind apparition
Whose face creases up with age gone grey
You’ll be back here one day

Last Day


Tales from my head
I can’t buy the book
No one’s listening
But I guess you could
Try whistling this


One response to “Conversation Going Nowhere

  1. Alright, here is the real story. I faved a tweet by @neilfinn, and then I said so in #followfriday. I follow @neilfinn because I try to follow poets, and his tweets sounded poetic. I was flattered to get a little minipoem in reply. Neat! So, as a fellow poet, I replied with a minipoem of my own. So the conversation began. The “poem” above is selections from this dialog.

    At first I wondered if @neilfinn was a bot, but … I never met a bot that wrote poetry, the poems sometimes rhymed, usually scanned, and seemed to make sense in the context of the dialog. And it was FUN to have a poetry dialog. This reminded me of the haiku courtships or tanka parties that were part of the Japanese culture and tradition.

    Some ups, some downs, some confusion, some clarification … A week later I decided I needed to know more about this Neil Finn guy. Looked him up. Found out he’s a pop star. Then I found out all the little twitter poems are quotations from the lyrics of his songs. Ah. The light dawns. The “conversation” ends.

    Now, I would like to have a real micropoem conversation with real people poets. Who’s up for trying it out? We can capture bits of the dialog and preserve them in our various poetry blogs. Would be great fun!

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