Friends | Posted by Jannie on 27 June 2011 @ 2:30 PM
Let’s hear it for Three Margarita Moms
today taking the spotlight away from their
daughters featured here, here & here,
the Margarita Moms who laughed in
the cool of the pool, then floated 37 steps
to a table in the soon-to-be sunset scene,
the kids off doing things kids in lakes do.
Let’s also hear it for friends everywhere
who make time to get together and laugh.
~~~ end of poem.
both photos snapped by a lovely beer-ing stranger at the next table.
Please come join us at the lake!! ANYTIME!!
And a shot of the pool with lake in the background…
xoxoxo from…
Summertime Jannie, who is going now to do her dishes, then rehearse with Mardi for an Open Mike tomorrow.
This will be my third Open Mike Week in a row! My plan is 52 a year.
Then Letterman and Leno!
whoooohooooo.
it’s not because
I’ve fallen out of
love with you
or dumped you for
some younger, older or
buffer blogging buddy.
It’s because I’m sculpting tunes,
practicing guitar and spying on peeps
from trees in my kelp knitted bikini.
One day I even washed the dishes,
another did a whole load of laundry,
and last Friday I baked an apple!
Other times I do not come to your blog
I’m in the ocean of my mind, helping starfish
fill out applications for their dream jobs.
Many starfish long to be pilots,
pro baseball coaches and assistants
to make-up artists on movies.
The pink one I met today
wants only to be a mermaid
who sells peas at the circus.
(boiled with butter, on a tray with 2 bottles of beer!)
I swim wild here in my ocean.
I bob like some guy named Bob
in pockets of rainbow ripples.
But back to what started this poem…
When I do not come to your blog
it’s also probably because Blue Bunny
and I are singing on street corners
where the saints imbibe.
iPhone pix recently of Kelly at her friends’ outdoor saltwater pool with a plexiglass viewing area.
Posted with love by Jannie, who is behind with blog-reading again, but hopes to get out soon.
xoxooxox
Just Good Stuff | Posted by Jannie on 19 June 2011 @ 12:08 AM
The Pea 4 days old, with her daddy.
Have a good one.
xoxoxoxo
Flash Fiction 55 | Posted by Jannie on 16 June 2011 @ 6:55 PM
Even the Hearst Castle has
its junk piles way waaaaay back
behind the farthest potting shed.
I saw some with my own blue eyes as
I slipped along the purple petunia path,
away from the guided flock a while.
We all have junk, some in the trunk.
Some hidden behind grape leaves.
It’s our clean-up attitude that counts.
55 words for The G-Man, Prince Of Petunias.
Wait, did that have a plot?! A main character!??
xoxoxoxoxoxo
What if everything’s a poem?
– the sky in your eyes?
– the leaves of light in your hair?
– the swirls in your lollipop on a Central Park afternoon?
– the shirts on your clothesline smelling like balconies of hope?
– the dance of umbrellas on your miracle of misty morning?
– this moment here in the heart of time?
Okay, Dudes and Dudettes, I believe that was 55 words of flashy fiction for His Excellence, The G-Man.
Posted with love, by Jannie who Highly Recommends the 55 word experience!
xoxoxoxooxoxoxoxox
