There Were Poets

 

There were poets

rambling in attics

all night while

most townsfolk

were dreaming

of square-riggers

they might one

day gallivant to

new shores on.

 

There were poets

stashed in closets

with lamps sooting

up wool coats that

hadn’t seen the light

of day since uncles

they’d never meet

sailed to wars they’d

never return from.

 

There were poets

peeling potatoes.

 

Poets spilling out

of every coal shed

and cathedral.

 

Poets dreaming

in every hayfield,

carpentry shop,

and apple tree in

every village since

Cromagnon Mike

fell for the moon,

 

– all so content

in their gardens

of paper and ink.

 

Now there are poets

dancing with ghosts

in computers and

poets texting from

palaces and planes.

 

Now there are poets

roller skating naked

with caramel no-fat

mocha lattes in one

hand, and organic

tofu banana cashew

muffins in the other.

 

Poets laughing always.

 

Poets then.

 

Poets now.

 

Poets forever,

sure as heaven

is stitched into

everything good

we’ll ever know.

 

 

My Tuesday Open Link Night offering for dVerse Poets.

whoooohoooooo.

xoxooxxo

 

And oh my freaking cow – I’m number TWO on the Mr Linky this week! What a thrill, whooohooooo.

3 Trees & 10 People I Will Always Be In Love With

1. Bob Dylan

2. Leonard Cohen

3. Paul Simon

4. Harry Chapin

5. Neil Young

6. Alice Cooper – yes Alice Cooper!!!

7. Tina Turner

8. Did I mention Paul Simon?

9. Garfunkel too, I’m sure

10. You, dear reader, you

Okay, since we’re baring all here in the blogosphere, who will YOU always be in love with?

Love, Jannie of the sunshiney hill.

xoxooxxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxooxoxoo

I photographed the 3 pecans the same day in the park with the cuties here.

[edit...] btw, the 3 tree picture is 100% totally UNphotoshopped!! All I did was resize. And sharpened just a twinge.