Micropoetry | Twittle
Kisses of Blue
A forget-me-not twittle — as in, please don’t forget #twittle
Forget-me-nots, I forget you not;
your tender-sweet kisses of blue
caress my heart whence, and
whenever my gaze falls upon you.
I get it that some people think forget-me-nots are nothing more than weeds. I know they have a habit of being invasive. I find that endearing. I love that they invade my heart and pervade it with happiness. 😊
These dainty flowers are a lot like twittles. Since I started twittling* a couple of months ago, twittles have invaded my heart. And my brain! In a creative, healthy, fun way. And, yes, they’re addictive too!
A twittle, for those of you who aren’t familiar with the term, is a 100-letter, 4-line poem (typically, but not definitively, a quatrain). It’s formally known as a dribble, but I’m trying to change that to formerly known as a dribble by advocating for a twittle name change and rebrand, including the relaunch of the #twittle hashtag on social media. It’s been a one-person campaign until Jenine Bsharah Baines gave twittling* a try — and survived! Here is her first twittle post — hopefully the first of many. 🙏 💕
