Poetry
Just a Lil’ Twit Twittlin’
by Gustave Deresse
Twittles are made difficult by our will to be truthful and provide real-life value to our readers while managing to rhyme.
Now making up for the first one, which did not rhyme one bit, hoping this method succeeds to get you all chasing another twit.
Yes, a twit, for my definition of a Twittle was under-detailed at best. You need character constraints and four lines to rest!
Do not believe me? You think you’re so smart! I’ll tell you myself of the challenges ahead if you refuse to take the right start.
The world doesn’t tolerate one who Twittles ‘thout care. You have all the options under the sun. Play with line lengths, if fun!
Today, you learn nothing. Unless we speak of Twittles, in which case you learn far too much. Or may someone say it’s just enough?
I am convinced this poem borders the taboo, pushing chaos and recklessness where order and wisdom are required to thrive.
Banish me from your abode! Remove me from your mind! Unearth your gardens, for I am beneath! A senseless evil I have beseeched.
Depthuous fires rise ‘thout a flame; the Earth CRUMBLES and it’s in vain; I fear my death will never come; it will seem so — to some.
But finally, there will be peace; new beginnings should arise. I couldn’t end on such evil note; the chaos must always subside.
For the official — and sensible — guide to composing your own twittles, please read the following article by Carolyn Hastings:
Thank you, Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) for accepting my 300th story on Medium into your most wonderful publication!
Personally, this poem is hard to read, at least until the last few twittles. Before publishing, I had to think things over, deciding whether to delete everything up to that point, but then I noticed I’d enjoy it much less. Will readers get through the beginning to reach the end? A question I ask myself often, especially while creating music as well.







