Last month, we invited you to take a dip into poetry with us, sharing daily over Every Day Poems. Perhaps for you, the poem could be a pool. You could take a dip, a refreshing soak of your arms, legs, and lashes. Or maybe you’re the more hesitant type, dipping in only a toe to test the waters.
You might even be one who skips the pool and dips your pinky finger into a jar to savor the honey of a poem all morning. Or maybe one is not enough, and you order your ice cream cones with a triple dip.
However you do your dipping, we invite you to keep taking your daily dip into poetry with us, posting your favorite line from the day’s Every Day Poems, with the hashtag #dipintopoetry. Today, we’re sharing the top ten (which is really the top 16 because of a massive 15-way tie) #dipintopoetry lines that were tweeted over the last month. Is your favorite here? Tweet with us every morning, and don’t forget to add #dipintopoetry. We’ll be looking for your lines.
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1. The hands-down favorite (selected by the most tweets) was from Raisins for Being by Roald Hoffman:
that I had a latecomer’s
right, to live life out
reflecting
The next 15 apparently ranked equally in our poetry-dipping friends’ minds:
2. From Gathering Leaves in Grade School by Judith Harris:
without branches or roots,
or even a sky to hold on to
3. From That the mistle thrush by John Daniel Thieme:
would ransom the fading hours
4. From The Song of the Wandering Aengus by W. B. Yeats:
And someone called me by my name
5. From Taken by LW Lindquist:
strewn by hands
that touched all of her
treasures, gone missing
6. From Nature’s Gold by Dave Malone:
Smoke polkas above the pines
the night I burn my novel
7. From The Song of the Wandering Aengus by W. B. Yeats:
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head
8. From Opera Bouffe by Philip Gross:
our lit cage rising weightless
up the lift shaft of the air
9. From The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes:
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
10. From Constellations by Andrew McFadyen-Ketchum:
cupped hands lighthouses of flight
11. From The Song of the Wandering Aengus by W. B. Yeats (Mr. Yeats is a popular one):
Though I am old with wandering
12. From Imagination by James Baldwin:
Columbus was discovered
by what he found
13. From Traffic in Phoenix by Claire McQuerry:
Every intersection is a promise, fabulous
with lights
14. From A Ballad of the Two Knights by Sara Teasdale:
I ween the knights forgot their words
Or else they ceased to care
15. From Late Summer by Jennifer Grotz:
things
redden and ripen and burst and come down
16. From Across the Border by Sophie Jewett
I crept home to sweet common flowers
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Simply Darlene says
That #16 in its entirety is whimsyFuntastic.
Sandra Heska King says
Someone should take all these lines and fashion a poem out of them…
Monica Sharman says
The #dipintopoetry has made Every Day Poems even better than it already was!
Not really related to this post, but the accompanying art/image has always amazed me about Every Day Poems. So I wrote a poem about it:
Every poem has an image,
a picture perfect
for the words. The two are
like fraternal twins,
playground mates holding hands—
hue for letter, shade for phrase,
white space and gradient
for margin and line break.
L. L. Barkat says
This makes me happy 🙂
Maureen Doallas says
The night I burn my novel
Smoke polkas above the pines
Because a fire was in my head
And someone called me by my name
By what he found
Strewn by hands
I ween the knights forgot their words
Or else they ceased to care
Columbus was discovered
Treasures, gone missing
I went out to the hazel wood
Up the lift shaft of the air
Without branches or roots
Or even a sky to hold on to
Our lit cage rising weightless
With lights
That touched all of her
Every intersection is a promise, fabulous
Things
Redden and ripen and burst and come down
Though I am old with wandering
Would ransom the fading hours
I had a latecomer’s
Right, to live life out
Reflecting
I crept home to sweet common flowers
Cupped hands lighthouses of flight
The road a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
L. L. Barkat says
Gorgeous cento, Maureen. Oh that ending.
Sandra Heska King says
You outdid yourself, Maureen! I love this so much–so many of my favorite lines all in one place!
I love the beginning… and then this: I had a latecomers / right, to live life out / reflecting.
Oh, I just love it all!
Maureen Doallas says
You know, Sandra, I like a challenge. So glad you enjoyed the cento.