we return to
The Yoga Pyramid
Easter Sunday
when Texan frogs
are about to light
jasmine candles
and
Australian frogs
are doing morning
sit-ups in bed.
some of us
have never
met, yet
we have all
known each
other since
God Googled
“how to build
beings who know
love is always
the way to go.”
55 words for “Mama Z’s” poetry blog. (Please scroll to her Monday April 21st post.)
I really really like the photos at her “Zen of Motherhood” blog too! Check them out!!
Now back to Texas…
In the log cabin before we head down the path to the Om ceremony.
Some of us meet for the first time.
That’s Walter Suhr closest to the blue cup.
Tracy going into The Pyramid.
Husband exiting The Pyramid.
Chillin’ on the cabin’s back deck later.
And a seventh Big Photo because I adore sevens.
xooxoxoxoxooxoxooxxooxo
Comments:
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.
~~ 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
Comments:
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.
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
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
Comments:
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.
Including the title, that’s 55 words!
xooxoxoxooxoxoxo
Comments:
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?
That would be YOUR 55 fictional words, G-Man!
xoxoxo to all.
(Parakeet winter afternoon hanging spot to keep me company.)
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