Photography, bra flinging | Posted by Jannie on 29 November 2011 @ 5:55 AM
The neighbors still rave about
how she shook her maracas.
How she flung peas into the trees.
Then her blue bra over the roof.
She still had not quite mastered
her Kodak’s indoor light settings…
but, by golly — Thanksgiving 2011,
the day she learned which camera
button to press, and how to run like
heck into position – sweet potatoes
everywhere did a happy fandango.
~~ end of amazingly deep poem for dVerse Open Link Tuesday.
Photos 1 & 2 taken with timer set for 10 seconds.
Hope you had a great Thanksgiving if you celebrated.
And if you ever roast a turkey, I hope you have a helper this cute…
Posted with love by Jannie
And yes, ZenSational Sheila — that IS YOUR basket on our kitchen windowsill!! I keep my tea bags in it.
xoxoxo
Photography, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 22 November 2011 @ 1:59 PM
You are thankful for the smoke of stars
that twirled itself into the ones you love
and whirled itself into the sun that rises
daily to yodel at the blue plumbago.
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You are thankful for the rivers of pancake batter
pouring from the Big Dipper into your frying pan,
then thru your veins to the leaves of your hands
tapping out fortune cookie whispers on the wind.
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You are thankful for these miracles of molecules
dog paddling happily from friendship shore to
shore, to alight on sunset beaches where we all
will be dancing and laughing together forever.
You are also thankful for photoshop to prettify your pix…
for your poetry angels at dVerse — Open Link Tuesday, week 19 now…
and for all your other blogging and Real Life loved ones.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, Friends!!
I’ll be back posting here next week.
Jannie
xoxooxoxxxoooxo
Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 18 November 2011 @ 2:45 PM
Kids.
Cats.
Computers.
Songwriting.
& Love.
– end of poem
What would be on YOUR list of things not to rush?
Kelly was 4 when she was a flower girl at Jimbo and Terri’s wedding.
(My old camera was dying then and had taken to turning all light pink.)
Friends, have a Grrrrreat weekend.
Love, Jannie
xooxxoxoxoxoxo
You will have friends who carry you.
And times when you will carry them.
You will have friends who drift away,
allowing new friends to draw closer.
You will have friends long after
I am but wildflowers in the woods.
Cherish them. But most of all,
cherish you. And the love ever
reigning over and under and
in and on everything, like the
oceans of your father’s eyes and
the music in my heart for him.
My dVerse Open Link Tuesday thoughts.
xoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxooxox (and such)
And thinking I’ll add a 4th photo to this post, sometime in the next coupla days!
A picture you’ve never seen before of Kelly’s ocean-eyed dad.
So, come back, if you wish!
xoxo (agin)
The year I was born, 1964,
our friend “Uncle” Jimbo, then 19,
served his first of 4 Vietnam tours.
Jimbo, who videotaped Kelly’s birth.
Jimbo, who honored her this morning
by accepting her invitation to appear with
other Veterans in her school ceremony.
Jimbo, quick to laugh, love and lend a hand.
Jimbo, gift of a human and friend.
I reckon that was 55 words (non-fiction today) for The G-Man.
I’ll explain the Red Hatter thing sooner than later.
The hand on Jimbo’s shoulder in 2001 belonged to his sometimes-nice-but-more-often-crazy ex.
Luckily, he soon met and married a VERY nice lady, Terri. Kelly was a flower girl at their wedding, 2005.
Here we all were at Lake Buchanan…
Jimbo and Terri are AWESOME!!
Posted with love and gratitude
by Jannie-bo-Bannie
xoxoxoxoxoxo
P.S. Notice Kelly’s foot in the newborn picture!!??? So precious!!
