if you’re wandering
down the shore
still looking for
half of yourself
and for that
little cottage with
the yellow door,
come on in.
i’m standing at
the kitchen counter
i’m stuffing the
crusts with armchairs
you can sink into
to drink your tea
here by the sea.
~~ end of poem
if you go writing a poem on a thursday
be sure to wrap it in seaweed with the healing
powers of mustard and mossy mountain music.
a cabbage roll style wrap is fine.
Or, stickytape your poem inside a shoe box
and roost it in the warming oven of the
wood stove in a swamp woman’s hut.
let the poem sprout for seven sunsets
while the wise woman guides you
through the potions in her big book.
she won’t tell you what to do, as I am,
but she’ll teach you valuable lessons
as pertains to thursday imaginings.
for a friday poem you’ll need a gauze of
old gold bones for your framework,
and an iron fence to swing it on for
three high tides while it simmers for
all your neighbors to enjoy. but…
we’ll cover fridays next half-moon tuesday.
and wednesdays one mystical motherboard monday.
thank you for your poetic consideration.
dVerse Poetry’s Open Link Tuesday Festivities.
P.S. Mom and Dad have a stove EXACTLY like that in their kitchen, but theirs is by
Elmira Stove Works.
They bought it about 1980 or so, as I recall. A good year.
And this is a good year too!
Thanks for your comments. I’ll be out to your blogs soon, whooohoooo!!!!
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.
Kelp Knitting | Posted by Jannie on 5 December 2010 @ 10:53 PM
I am hiding under my blanket as I write this so the marshmallow goblins don’t get me.
Anyway, if you are 1 of the 5 peeps who won a poetry book, whooo-hoo.
And if you are not 1 of the 5 peeps, whooo-hoo.
If you did your dishes lately, whooo-hoo.
If you like shrimp scampi, whooo-hoo.
If you’re a vegetarian, whooo-hoo.
If your socks match, whooo-hoo.
If you like life, whooo-hoo.
If you dance, whooo-hoo.
If you sing, whoo-hoo.
1. Post something awesome to your blog
2. Tweet your post
3. Link with FaceBook
4. Have some friends
5. Be a friend
6. Bust some Internet butt
7. Go for a walk
8. Get more friends
9. Love your friends
10. Drink wine in a tree
11. Sing a little song
12. Do a little dance
13. Make a little love
14. Get down tonight
15. Repeat until viral
This has been a Friday Flash Fiction in 55 words for
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