When I Grow Up — Flash Fiction 55

Flash Fiction 55, Photography, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 7 April 2014 @ 8:04 PM 21 Comments

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when i
grow up
i’m gonna

be a
leaf on
a tree

smiling at
everything
floating by.

i’ll play
croquet
with the
crickets.

i’ll
play
canasta
with the
cows.

and
when
autumn
sounds its
final tuba

i’ll dive
into winter’s
arms for a
long nap

to wake
a spring-fresh
bud, waving

hello
from a
poem.

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~~ Shay Fireblossom over at Word Garden is emceeing the Flash Fiction 55 this week, whoohoo!!

And since I wrote that poem today and took that photo today, I guess that ties them together fine.

Y’all take care now!

xooxoxoxoxo

Scenes From A Texas Hill Country Spring Break Vacation

Beauty, Friends, Photography | Posted by Jannie on 22 March 2014 @ 11:38 AM 25 Comments

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Enjoyed a few glorious days with friends who are nearing completion of their all-cedar yoga pyramid.

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25 squares comprise the newly-finished floor, with the center one being extra-special.

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Here I am in my lucky blue hat…

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Once the basement cave is finished, guests will remove their shoes there, wash their feet in a stream pumped from one of the koi ponds, and ascend to the sanctuary.

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Quite the place!

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(That scaffolding will be removed eventually.)

Here’s a view of the pyramid from a mile or 2 away…

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See it?

Wait…

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I managed to get a lucky (because my glasses were in the truck) zoom shot of it…

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Near the pyramid is their log cabin home,

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which often doubles as a hair salon,

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and pillow fight parlor.

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A log cabin with WiFi and all the modern creature comforts — not bad!

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Wood is gathered for the fireplace.

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Chickens are raised.

One hen is actually named Kelly and one is named Jannie! And Kelly just laid her first egg!!

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Veggies are planted.

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And the bread — OMG, the bread!!

The lady of the cabin bakes it from her own recipe.

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BEST.

BREAD.

EVER.

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Her pancakes are from scratch, of course!

And her soup from those organic chickens she raises.

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Even Jannie, the hen will end up a feast one day.

(Hey, it’s a farm.)

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A farm with a hot tub on the sunset side of the house.

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From that deck you can see the stretch of road where I took the long-distance pyramid shots from!

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That was my wine!

3 parting tidbits about our stay in the hill country…

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I fell in love with that 8″ tall cactus,

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those blossoms,

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and am ever more in wonderment that the Universe could grace me with such an incredibly wonderful friend, who for some strange reason…. seems to like me too. :)

What’d I ever do to deserve so much awesome??!

~~ Posted by Jannie, who hopes to see you at the pyramid one day.

xoxooxoxooxoxoxoxoxoo

I Was A Little Bit Sad About The Cake Plate

Photography, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 8 March 2014 @ 11:11 PM 29 Comments

wow_what_a_cake_plate

a_slice_of_cake_please

about
selling it
on ebay,
that is

until i realized
i could rejoice
for the family

who will celebrate
their childrens’ and
parents’ birthdays

on it.

and i
do mean
ON it,

because every
time that party platter
makes an appearance

all persons present
will shrink to 2″ tall,
fling off their shoes
and dance on it.

Sometimes, the plate
will find itself on summer
sunset shores where white
lights are strung along the
dunes for the dance.

Sometimes, the plate
will boast a 3-to-7 tier
frosted hill the guests
will have fun tromping
up and sliding down.

In winter the plate will be
iced over and folks will skate on it
under the full moon, some of them
falling in love with themselves and
each other for the first and the
hundred and twenty first time,

all of them happy to be there
all of them younger than now.

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oooxoxxxoooo to all you sweet peeps.

P.S. The 14″ diam. plate shipped last week to Nancy in Illinois. I bet she can bake!

P.P.S. I dedicate the sunset shores verse to Snaggletooth of Exit Stage Right whose ocean photos sparkle with hope.

P.P.P.S. I dedicate the rest of the poem to 9 days of vacation starting today! Spring Break, Baby!!! Whooooohooo.

She’d grown tired

Flash Fiction 55, General Weirdness :), Photography, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 6 February 2014 @ 7:56 PM 22 Comments

snow_sled_with_beach_coral

of the two
big baskets
of coral

crowding
their coffee
table’s top

so she high-tided
the treasures from
one of them along
their mantel’s shore
then sailed away in
that empty basket

to Paris

to lose
herself
by night

in The
Louvre

and by day
in the arms
of a croissant
named Mo.

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Including the title, that’s 55 words!

xooxoxoxooxoxoxo

Hey, remember that day…

Flash Fiction 55, House Style, Photography, Poetry, The Parakeets | Posted by Jannie on 30 January 2014 @ 7:54 PM 26 Comments

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in the quiet cafe
when our poems
flew up over the
ceiling fans into
the wine bottles
an angel poured
our smiles from?

Remember how
our poems’ bones
then floated on
the steam of our
lattes to the hill
where mice were
racing motorcycles
down snow sleds
to entertain two
parakeets who
couldn’t stop
laughing?

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That would be YOUR 55 fictional words, G-Man!

xoxoxo to all.

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(Parakeet winter afternoon hanging spot to keep me company.)