I'm doing a thing on twitter where we post a small poem (under 140 characters) Some people do haiku, but I tend towards fragmentary three line verse
also check out @twitlaureate, or search #poetry for more on poetry on twitter
Silent house, paused between sleep and wake
and I the ghost, that passes in that space
part guardian, part spectre at the feast.
Cold morning grey competes with duvet warmth
sounds of stirring city siren-calling me to work
summer, in the town beside the sea
Dublin is back in the bosom of winter,
grey skies reflected in slick pavement puddles,
grimly chilled by driving rain
Dead weight of afternoon, pressing down,
keeping me at my desk
oh for the freedom that came with summers past! 1.