Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 19 April 2011 @ 4:55 PM
There was a poem forming
from the mood particles in me,
a Little Bang on our back deck.
But I shifted my feet and my
thoughts, the wind picked up
and molecules of hologram
eddied up and away on paths
never before or since traveled
in my backyard or any other,
not even on lawns by the ocean
in Maine where I imagine every
poem dreamed up not only gets
completed, but published in
The Lilac Times, then sketched
into blueprints for butterflies
who will dance around children
gathering cathedrals of seaweed
on beaches made of stars & time.
Top photo, Kelly and her cousin, Crescent Beach, Nova Scotia, 2008. (50 pixels wider than the first time I posted it, whooohoooo!)
Other photo, on our back deck this morning.
Poem offering for One Shot Wednesday. over at One Stop Poetry.
xoxoxoxoxo
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Mysteries, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 18 April 2011 @ 5:55 AM
She doesn’t come here anymore
but I think of her now that turtles
have taken to sunning on logs again
and philosophers are back in lost cafes
filling up the chairs of loneliness with
husks of poems that drifted out to sea.
She doesn’t come here anymore
tho I see her over at others’ sites
drinking fine wine and living it up,
her head tossing around those
fluffy Shirley Temple curls she knows
I’d gladly trade my straightness for.
Why, I haven’t seen her here since
Harry Truman wore those socks
and Bette Davis danced fandango!
What happened?
Did I drizzle one too many or too few
x’s and o’s along the blogging trail?
Did I mistake her for another?
Forgot to double-check a comment
posted one day, my words to her lying
on the ocean’s floor, still unread?
Whatever happened, if you see her
say hello. She might be in Tangiers.
Or out chopping wood with the axe
she learned to grind far too young,
when all the other kids were out running
through the sprinkler spray and laughing.
Posted with love to all by
Jannie
xoxo
P.S. (Edit at 12:33 p.m. Texas time.) I MISS her! (That’s all.) 🙂
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Flash Fiction 55, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 15 April 2011 @ 5:55 AM
A band of roving poets
draped in fig leaves and
the aroma of scrapbooks
skips through the azaelas
then home to dangle
thoughts on clotheslines
for passersby to see,
some elaborate word quilts
others Rorschach shawls,
others single poetic socks.
However you look at them,
this band of merry poets is
one ass-kickingly bardly bunch.
55 words for The G-Man.
Don’t be shy — give a 55 a try.
And here are the winners of the Aventine Hill soaps with hand-written Jannie letters, except I with the help of a Randomizer chose 3 of you, not 2…
1. Monkey Man
2. Katherine of A New Day
3. Olivia of Olivia’s Life Instances
Please contact Funsterment Global to claim your prize. Thank you.
Posted with love, by Jannie
xoxoxo
(photo I took in Zilker Gardens the other day.)
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Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 12 April 2011 @ 6:27 PM
… running through molten silk
or cows wearing Spandex
or pigs dancing with geese
nor is it a good day for poems
about fair young maidens wooed
by rock stars in velvet jodphurs
nor poems about retired sailors
selling surfboard wax on piers
where bikinied girls are skating
and it’s definitely not a good day
for poems about hidden passages
in castles I may never dance in.
it is however, an excellent day for
poems about hammers ringing on
wooden pegs in medieval forests,
hammers slung by men whose happy
singing rings as melodiously as mud,
men free from hard drive crashes
and car crashes and banking crashes
but not free from crashes of the heart
when wives run off with troubadors.
and while we’re on the topic of wives,
today is a great day for poems about
wives drinking wine up in tall trees and
poems about wives drifting through the
Egyptian treasures at the Metropolitan
Museum of Art, and wives dyeing socks
with pigments invented after reading
books on ways to darken bright rooms
and on ways to brighten dark moods.
today is not a good day for poems about
horses gliding among molten silk birches
but it’s a great day for poems in general.
~~~~~
(Met Museum of Art photo above belongs to Awesome Babs Blabs)
Whoooohooooo, my second week at One Shot Wednesday, Babies!
That’s One Shot over at One Stop Poetry, oh yeah.
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Poetry, The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 10 April 2011 @ 5:55 PM
Some feet worry holes in floors,
while others sneak in through back doors.
Some feet tiptoe late at night
up the trellis and out of sight.
Some feet rush down subway stairs
to catch fast trains that go nowhere.
Some feet laze by pools where maids
bring fluffy towels and lemonade.
But the bestest feet of all
belong to someone cute and small.
Whoever could that small one be?
My one, my only — Sweetie Pea.
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