Just Good Stuff | Posted by Jannie on 28 October 2011 @ 11:34 AM
Last week I mailed Dad that card and 24 photos.
Snagged the one of Niece Alyssa (bottom middle) off my sis’ FB page.
Dad, whom I get my poetic leanings from, will be 75 on Sunday the 30th.
But he’s younger than most 60-year-olds!
Lately he’s been in his woods cutting logs for NEXT winter. Yes – ‘12 –’13.
Regrettably, Rosie wasn’t in the 2009 pic because she was busy chasing her 2-year-old son around.
I do have video of us all together on that day, tho. And can make stills from it!
And…
since my Hallmark-eat-your-heart-out poem for Dad is about 55 words…
let’s call this a 55 for the G-Man.
Post a fiction in 55 words, let G-Man know and he’ll comment.
whoooooohooooooooooo.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxo
Photography, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 25 October 2011 @ 1:59 PM
One day we will say
“When you were ten
Walter sketched you.”
Or maybe not.
Who knows
what we will
remember
to say or not
as the years
have ripened
like melons
on a vine
before us.
(Wait, do melons grow on vines?)
One thing I DO know….
Today I say “Kelly, you are awesome!!”
And “I love you!!!!!”
Will you read this one day, and remember that portrait sitting?
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Part TWO (Written before part ONE…)
Ten minutes after I met Walter
we were sitting outside my house
in a car he was looking at buying.
When I told him I wrote songs,
he said in his fine German accent
“I wrote a song once!
A lullaby for my baby!!”
And proceeded to sing it
there in that ‘01 Honda Civic,
me in the passenger seat.
And it was sweet.
Now that baby of his is 13
and his babier baby is 10 – Kelly’s age.
Walter is 85!!!!!!!!
His wife is about my age — 47.
He sketched that portrait of Kelly last week.
__________________________________________
PART THREE… (Back To “The Now”)
Walter bought a car. (Finally.)
After driving 6 we had for sale.
So, this is all quite awesome.
And I took this photo of Kelly yesterday.
Over and out!!!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
P.S. My darling car business husband whom Kelly gets her gorgeous profile from, made that fireplace mantel and such.
He added that whole room onto our house with this own hands!!!
Yep — construction pix one day! ( I promise!!)
xoxoxoxoxo
P.P.S.
Walter Meyer is AWESOME!!
He’s a Nazi Germany survivor who stowed away on a ship to South America when he was 17.
I’ve been in his house and bowed in wonder at his gorgeous colorful paintings.
(This poem post is for Open Link night at dVerse Poetry Pub.)
Friends, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 20 October 2011 @ 5:29 PM
I picture you painting
in new colors now
your brush hesitating
on blues and browns.
________________
I picture you drawing
your family closer
like a shawl for warmth
when the fire gets low.
_________________
I picture you always
with your smile
outstretched like
a lily at Easter, like
a bird in happy flight.
I wrote that in an email to Kim the other day.
Kim, better known in the blogging world as “Talon,” has been my faithful buddy since my very first weeks of this blog, over 3 years ago now.
She is truly a lily that cheers, and a sweet bird flitting about our hearts.
One of the very best people I know.
Kim’s mom recently died unexpectedly, and my thoughts are with her. I can’t imagine how she feels.
I miss her beautiful poetry / photography posts and uplifting comments.
Hopefully one day her heart will feel up to blogging again.
With love to Kim, now and always.
– Jannie
xoxooxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxooxoxoxooxoxxoxoxo
Credits for the 3 paintings… Bottom, Middle, Top
Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 14 October 2011 @ 2:39 PM
They wanted to be poets
munching words in libraries
and raspberries in Spain.
They wanted their images
to scamper in the fountains
of Italy and in the forests
of Nova Scotia and Maine.
They wanted to write poems
young girls would read beside
oceans, lakes, rivers, streams,
and
coffee cups as the first snow
of the season was whitening
the brownish grey that spring
would charm the tulips from.
They wanted to write epic
adventures with titles like
“Hey, Who Took My Socks,”
“An Introduction To Pruning Cats,” and
“Does This Haiku Make My Butt Look Big?”
They wanted to be poets, all.
And are, with every breath of every
day that has dawned since love first
scattered their names on the wind.
So there ya go — a poem inspired partly by two books on my music stand.
Words are fun, eh!?!
The other pic is from about a month ago of those two cats I love, felines who need no pruning at all. I call that shot ”Get Them Hungry Enough” … because it was the FIRST time KitKat ever willingly let Mieshka get within 20 feet of him!
He continues to warm to her, tho, which is a delight to my heart. I knew he would! (Eventually.)
[He had been the only reigning cat here for 4 years, we got him when he was 6 weeks old.]
YOU are a delight to my heart too, dear Blogging Friend. Take care!
xoxooxxoxooxox
Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 11 October 2011 @ 5:55 AM
A rooster floats on my coffee
then morphs into hair like Joni’s
in her painting from long ago.
The rooster reappears wearing
a wedding dress and one Roman
sandal with a dangling strap.
The rooster is not chicken.
He leaps from my mug to the
kitchen table and dances.
I’ve not seen pirouettes and
rond de jambes that fine since
the winter Ballerina Jane and I
gambled in a Russian bakery
by night and ached in tall towers
of boredom and bones by day.
Rooster likes my Highland fling.
Is impressed I suffer only three
nicks during my sword dance.
We cavort around the house
until he darts out the back door,
over the cat, under the fence,
and back to the magical mist
he danced from. Gone forever
but always with me in spirit,
especially on mornings like this
when distant lattes crow and
the trees are all playing guitars.
Have a happpy day.
And [edit] wow, I made it to #10 on Mr. Linky this week!!
Does dVerse Poetry ROCK, or what??!
xoxo
FYI… those are the front and back covers of Joni’s first record, her own art.
