Tweetless Eggs that Never Hatch - a poem of Twitter.

They roll around my stream
eggs that follow my actions
unable to find an avatar
or unwilling to commit now
still seeing if they gather
back a herd for themselves
to seek some high cliff
to plunge over in despair
so I smile behind beard
hiding my mental images mostly
save for moments like now
when the rumble of shells
makes me wonder what's inside
those shells of the shy.
Perhaps nothing more than vapors
so like the smoke lifting
from my pipe this morning
into the calm, warm air
until the front slid close
and stirred up the wind.
One hopes they have fillings
rather than be empty space
that implodes into dark oblivion
when they leave with bangs
or just a soft swoosh.
A few very rare occasions
they shatter their plain shells
to sizzle in frying pans
of blazing flames of anger
but mostly, they just rot
never hatching into a bird
to fly among the others
tweeting their many diverse opinions.

13December2012 - Dyfedd Rex

NaNoWriMo Yes, I will be doing it this year again

So far I have narrowed the possibilities for that competition down to two story ideas.

1) Something for now called "Mazetown" but will probably need work on the title as well as the story... its a dark cyberpunk/horror/erotica bit about a exoplanet that humans try colonizing only to find something sinister amid the barely falling ruins of a previous race that inhabited the place. The erotica will come mostly from the methods of conversion, as humanity is perverted by the thing that ended the previous inhabitants... still gathering in bits and pieces, not sure how it will fit together yet, as things keep getting twistier and twistier... yeah, that ain't a word, so what.

2) "The Knife Has No Forgiveness" which is a Hunt of Scorpio Kenrai. This one was always planned to be the first novel length piece for the hunter of men. What sort of civil war will occur when a faction of religious zealots feel that the Guild came from their religion tries to take it back, and Tagrun's old Grasslands sensibilities and ethics get in the way? Who will win? Hell, I don't even know, it looks nearly as dark as the above story.

Hell, who knows, I may bite off more than I can chew and try both?

you can follow along at this link to the NaNoWriMo site which is my page there....
http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/participants/dyfedd-rex
So, give me feedback on who or what you want to see win or should I go swollen head into both?

Regardless, November will be sparse here, unless I need to write poems to uncork clogged brain cells (yes, I have at least three...).

Fingers Trip Me Up Over on Twitter! - A Poem of Social Media Gaffs

Crossed wires happen
they are not ill intent
but just that slipping of fast fingers
touching hot internet connection wires
stroking them wrong.

My own digits
join in the laughing rebellion
twitching out something equally outrageous in time
just to seem very foolish
as I expound.

So I smile
and laugh at my foolishness
giving in to the moment of mirth
realizing mistakes can be fun
over on Twitter.

(17July2012 - Dyfedd Rex)