There is no
‘Like’
I long to see
bestowed
upon this untidy
inelegant
tangle
of random words
more fervently
more ardently
more deeply
than yours.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new but currently true
Art by Dan Witz
Tag Archives: Twitter
Just poetry
Sometimes
my poetry
is just poetry.
It is not
a song
from my soul.
It is not
a yearning
cry for help.
It is not
the burning
of desire.
It is not
a statement
of intent.
It is not
secretly
about you.
It is not
how I feel
right now.
Sometimes
my poetry
is just poetry.
A jumble
of words
I strung
untidily
together.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Victor Bauer
‘Like’
There is no
‘Like’
I long to see
bestowed
upon this untidy
inelegant
tangle
of random words
more fervently
more ardently
more deeply
than yours.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new but so true
Art by Dan Witz
Real
I am not a shadow
nor an invention
nor a character created
for a virtual life
to inhabit scenarios
of make-believe
role play
and pretend.
.
I am not a projection
a fantasy
a construction
of someone
I would like to be.
.
I am not just
an avatar
I am corporeal
of flesh and blood
a heart that pumps
a mind that thinks.
A hunger
that burns.
.
And if I should play
a game
in any way
in any context
it is always
for real.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Originally written and posted two years ago. Still flesh and blood.
Art by Jack Vettriano
Twitter favourites
It is time for some truth
Not all my words on Twitter (@RomDominant) are about anyone in particular.
Some of them are random. Scraps of half-poetry, almost-prose, nearly–ideas that dance into my head. I capture them, wash their faces and scrub their hands, and send them on their way. Mostly they blink embarrassed in the sunlight, and fade into pale obscurity.
Some of them are recycled. Surprisingly the audience that is kind enough to notice my words is larger than a year ago, and a year before, and so on. It is lazy of me, but now and again I give my old dreams a little polish and thrust them onto a partly new audience. I should feel guilty, but I don’t.
Some of them are fragments. Bits of my longer poems, snatches of fictional dialogue from my other writing. Or orphan things for which I could find no other place.
Yet it is also true that there are some which mean much, much more.
Tweets I have lovingly crafted, carefully honed, softly burnished, tenderly kissed, and smilingly posted.
These are written for someone special.
These are my favourite tweets.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
@RomDominant
This was written three years ago, but perhaps for some it will be new
Art by Fabian Perez
Minor mystery
Here is a minor mystery.
These are the top five-page views, by country, on my blog for the last 7 days.
As you would expect, the USA, UK and Canada feature in the top three. They are English-speaking countries where I have a number of followers.
India is perhaps a surprise, but it is a populous country with huge numbers of English speakers – and past Twitter retweets of my words by a famous Indian film star has helped me gain followers. Still, it is unexpected and requires closer scrutiny.
But Portugal? It is a non-English speaking country – although to be fair, all the Portuguese people I’ve met speak good English. But the entire population is maybe 10.5 million souls.
The answer is not that I have developed a huge fan base in that very lovely country.
It is one person regularly viewing over and over.
In fact, 1,727 times in the last three months.
Now I wonder why.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Table © afadedromantic.wordpress.com
Twitter Favourites
It is time for some truth
Not all my words on Twitter are about anyone in particular.
Some of them are random. Scraps of half-poetry, almost-prose, nearly–ideas that dance into my head. I capture them, wash their faces and scrub their hands, and send them on their way. Mostly they blink embarrassed in the sunlight, and fade into pale obscurity.
Some of them are recycled. Surprisingly the audience that is kind enough to notice my words is larger than a year ago, and a year before, and so on. It is lazy of me, but now and again I give my old dreams a little polish and thrust them onto a partly new audience. I should feel guilty, but I don’t.
Some of them are fragments. Bits of my longer poems, snatches of fictional dialogue from my other writing. Or orphan things for which I could find no other place.
Yet it is also true that there are some which mean much, much more.
Tweets I have lovingly crafted, carefully honed, softly burnished, tenderly kissed, and smilingly posted.
These are written for someone special.
These are my favourite tweets.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
This was written two years ago, but perhaps for some it will be new
Art by Fabian Perez
Private man
Despite all of this
despite all you see
all you read
all you hear
all you surmise
all you guess
all you deduce
all you imagine
despite all you believe
and all evidence
to the contrary
I am
a private man.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art/Photography unknown. If this belongs to you, or if you are aware of the owner/creator, please let me know and I will credit or remove
Twitter favourites
It is time for some truth
Not all my words on Twitter are about anyone in particular.
Some of them are random. Scraps of half-poetry, almost-prose, nearly–ideas that dance into my head. I capture them, wash their faces and scrub their hands, and send them on their way. Mostly they blink embarrassed in the sunlight, and fade into pale obscurity.
Some of them are recycled. Surprisingly the audience that is kind enough to notice my words is larger than a year ago. It is lazy of me, but now and again I give my old dreams a little polish and thrust them onto a partly new audience. I should feel guilty, but I don’t.
Some of them are fragments. Bits of my longer poems, snatches of fictional dialogue from my other writing. Or orphan things for which I could find no other place.
Yet it is also true that there are some which mean much, much more.
Tweets I have lovingly crafted, carefully honed, softly burnished, tenderly kissed, and smilingly posted.
They are for someone special.
These are my favourite tweets.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
This was written a year ago, but perhaps for some it will be new
Art by Fabian Perez
Because I write
Smiles cloak sadness
sorrow hides joy
calm contains a storm
fire disguises ice.
My words are not always
a true barometer
of my mood
nor an honest camera
to faithfully capture
the moment.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Photograph by Ruven Afanador
