Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 9 November 2010 @ 10:32 PM 58 Comments
To my five modern poetry books wherever love shall find you — a poem
They might think I’m dropping you
in a basket on the orphanage steps
or casting you off like some old
pants with a big rip in the arse.
So, I’m telling them how ruffling your pages is
like ruffling my child’s hair on a morning walk.
How the sweetness of my time with you
I’ll always remember like the afternoons
Grammy let me shake the warm donuts
in a brown paper lunch bag full of sugar.
Poetry books, they might
think I do not love you.
But it is because I love you I am about
to sail you and mail you to new homes
where new hearts and new shelves will
dance with you in ways I can’t imagine.
Yes, friends, this is a give-away post.
Leave a comment for a chance of me
drawing your comment number from
my pink John Deere wine-drinking hat.
(If you don’t want a poetry book, but
just want to say hello, let me know
and I won’t count your comment.)
(Giveaway offer open World Wide.)
No skill-testing question involved.
No need to tell me how much you love me.
(Tho I never mind hearing you do.)
No need to tell me what you ate for breakfast.
(Tho I am curious as to what you scarfed down.)
I had some Annie’s mac-n-cheese. And coffee.
Next week I’ll climb up my tree — even higher
than last time, to pick you five lucky winners.
So, that’s it!
With love, from Jannie
The next few days I will be in the
wood-shed working on songs, and
I may not even be posting a 55.
I know, a shocker. Sorry, G-man.
But… I’m sure I’ll be emerging
once in a while to refresh myself
in the tasty wine of your blogs,
put up new sidebar buttons and
add to BB’s Thanksgiving Feast.
OH — FORGOT TO MENTION — YOU ARE ALL ALWAYS WINNERS TO ME, OF COURSE!!