Being a Twitterpoem cycle in honour of National Poetry Month 2014, with each stanza set off with pretentious Roman numerals, just because it’s more poetic that way
In characters, 140 sum, I must Tweet out my heart,
So that, for National Poetry Month, I will have done my part.
I think that I shall never see a Tweet as lovely as a tree.
(Kilmer I’m not, nor e’er will be–but that’s my stab at poetry.)
A rhyming couplet may not be considered avant garde,
But it works well enough for me (though better for the Bard).
“I Tweet, therefore I am,” Descartes did not (and could not) say,
But probably he would have had he been born present-day.
If you find a piece is missing from the puzzle of your soul,
Perhaps you need a poet—to fill a poem-sized hole.
It’s hard, now I have started, to stop these silly rhymes.
I humbly beg your pardon for my literary crimes.