Is it the kind merry
men in tights wooed
young maidens with?
The kind cowboys
sang ’round campfires
after eating beans?
The kind of ballad
damp teens swayed to
at sockhops in 1979?
Or the kind a free bird
in some hotel in California
would climb a stairway to heaven
for front row tickets to hear?
Those 55 words of (mostly) fictional persuasion are for our host — the G-Man.
Post your own 55 — it’s funner than sucking on tequila-dipped french fries.
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Photography, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 26 April 2011 @ 5:35 PM
We all know
we should be
doing dishes
folding laundry
sweeping floors
baking cakes
writing novels
songs and letters,
getting new clients
flatter abs and
firmer buttocks
while simultaneously transplanting ferns
and whistling tunes as we hide
in the dunes by the seaside,
plus a bunch of other stuff
instead of blogging poetry.
But should is an “s” word
best kicked to the curb.
And tho a clean house
might lift the spirits,
love knows it’s really
sharing poems on the Net
not money, muscle or Mr. Clean
that makes the world go ’round.
That was a poem for One Shot Wednesday.
Jannie’s current toenail paint is Sally Hansen’s Diamond Strength in “Peach Pave.”
xoxoxoxo
Photography, The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 24 April 2011 @ 4:55 PM
Daughter, a little less than 3 years before you were born
your maternal grandparents swooped down here to Texas
from Canada (that was December 1998) to help me plant
3 palms, 3 crepe myrtles and 2 variegated pittosporums
in the planter box where all has grown so tall and lush.
Long way to come to plant a garden – 2700 miles, but
it’s never too early to start planning a good blog post!
And you know what? I really like how the little purse
you held yesterday for these pix is the one you carried
as a flower girl* in North Carolina when you were four.
Now you’re 9, closer to 10, and ‘way over halfway to 18.
And you know what else I like? That your grandparents
were born, and I was born, and your dad was born and
everybody else was born and I like how it’s always spring
somewhere, and always a great day to love and be loved.
~~~ end of poem ~~~
(Oh, and I like how Kitty got into the first photo beautifully!!)
Posted by Mom with love on Easter Sunday afternoon as the aroma of roasting prime rib fills the house.
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* Yes, my darling peeps, you’ll see the flower girl photos one day, of course!!
on an April morning smelling on and off
of maple fudge boiling on an old wood stove,
she sat on a bench where no bills were owing
and nothing sad had ever or could ever happen,
her camera zoom lens having almost as much fun as
14 guys in kilts dancing the can-can in an Easter parade.
Those evershall remain 55 Friday Flash Fiction words for The G-Man.
xoxoxooxox
Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 19 April 2011 @ 4:55 PM
There was a poem forming
from the mood particles in me,
a Little Bang on our back deck.
But I shifted my feet and my
thoughts, the wind picked up
and molecules of hologram
eddied up and away on paths
never before or since traveled
in my backyard or any other,
not even on lawns by the ocean
in Maine where I imagine every
poem dreamed up not only gets
completed, but published in
The Lilac Times, then sketched
into blueprints for butterflies
who will dance around children
gathering cathedrals of seaweed
on beaches made of stars & time.
Top photo, Kelly and her cousin, Crescent Beach, Nova Scotia, 2008. (50 pixels wider than the first time I posted it, whooohoooo!)
Other photo, on our back deck this morning.
Poem offering for One Shot Wednesday. over at One Stop Poetry.
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