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

If You Find This Poem

Family, Flash Fiction 55, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 27 March 2014 @ 6:50 PM 34 Comments

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If you find
this poem
one day

in
some
attic

in a
cedar
chest,

maybe
stuffed into
a book, or

wedged
between
old lace

and photos
of yourself
as a child,

please read it
and smile, knowing
that long ago

we got to
play 55, a game
Galen invented

that
brought
so many
together
forever
in love.

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Could it be true — G-Man’s final 55 after 7 years?!?

AWESOME run, dude!!! Thanks for inviting so many and keeping the party rocking.

We all love you, Galen! And glad you’ll still be keeping up your blog.

EDIT on April 3rd : Shay Fireblossom of Wordgarden and The Zen Of Motherhood (a.k.a Mama Zen) will be taking over the 55 hosting, with Shay starting off the festivities soon.  I shall edit-in the date and time of her hosting inauguration here very soon.

xoxooxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

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Top Photo: Me with my brothers on our front step. I was just about to or had just turned 5.

And next week I’ll be turning TEN times that old. :)

xoxo

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.)