But tweets are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white-then melts for ever;
Or like the Borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
(Apologies to Burns)
But tweets are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white-then melts for ever;
Or like the Borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
(Apologies to Burns)
@johnjohnston Ah, but are tweets as ephemeral as Burns (ahem!) suggests ... if I'm reading the poem correctly of course? Interested to hear what inspired this John.
@IaninSheffield this came to mind last night in reading a tweet about great primary school project. I suggested that a blog post might be more valuable for sharing practice. twitter.com/johnjohns... was my reply. Micro.blog making me think...