Modern day duel. Poetry duel, that is!

Who doesn’t love a yarn, as they used to say? I mean it’s part of life, no matter where in the world you live. People can’t stop talking, making conversation, engage. As little as a decade ago, the major way people kept it touch was via landlines, emails, snail mails, or good ole meet up. Not that mobile phones weren’t around. They were, they just weren’t as affordable, nor as social as they are now.

It’s amazing how easily and quickly we can engage in a conversation with someone on the other side of the world. Amazing. Because if it weren’t for current technology and the fascinating minds that created them, we’d still be carrying bricks with antennas which were used for emergencies.

Today, the wonder of social media is amazing me because as we speak (or you read, rather), I’m engaged in a micropoetry duel with another author going by @MsesseTweets on the Twittersphere, and it’s still going on as far as I can tell. But it’s like 1:30 in the morning and I’m aware I have to go to bed, so will know tomorrow morning whether the duel is still very much guns a blazing.

I started with a micropoetry tweet on my twitter @evacharya:

Why dream of flying
when you can soar?
Why dream,
if that is all?

And I got a micropoetry as a response in return from my dueller. Lets see who triumphs! ūüôā

If you’d like to follow our battle, you know where to go.


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