Flash Fiction 55 | Posted by Jannie on 29 March 2012 @ 5:59 PM
somewhere in colorado
a tall balding architect
in a honeycomb room
is smiling at his wife,
a dream ballerina he
met and married in the
rolling thunder of 1975.
on his loom he weaves
pines into parties and
reclaimed rafters into
harbors many hearts
will sail from around
the world to drink the
wine of gratitude in.
Write a Jumpin’ Jack 55 word flash for The G-Man.
It’s a blast, blast, blast.
Goes live Thursdays at 8:00 p.m.Ann Arbor time.
Top photo belongs to Timber Frame Magazine
Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 27 March 2012 @ 7:17 AM
it went flying out the attic window
with a big hunk of cheddar cheese.
my next mizzenmast ode danced
off in the night with artistic owls.
after more sailing poems vanished
i turned my pen to pastry poetics.
alas, my stanzas about tofu cake
bought one-way tickets for italy
and my chocolate eclair sonnets
ran off to join the russian ballet.
i let a year pass, then managed a
haiku about a man who’s dog won
the lottery, but that one ended up
laundry mush in my jeans’ pocket.
18 months later when i chanced a
poem about cats it fell off the roof.
i then gave up writing poetry for
81 years until attempting this one.
so far so good, the words still here
on the page, sailboats photo intact.
might even be able to slip in a few
words about how the skinny sailors
go richocheting off the rigging and
flying into the great deep and such
before this poem is onto my tricks
and suddenly …
Posted for dVerse’s Open Link Tuedsay.
lovely sailing ships photo downloaded from
http://www.4wallpapers.com
xoxo
Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 20 March 2012 @ 12:45 PM
let’s remember
the creaking ones
all slats and wire
slung low under
grandmothers’ elms
near lily patches
where the owls
were weaving hats
from lilac leaves.
let’s remember
the summer nights
we hid in bushes,
boys against
girls, and vice
versa, kids
running wild
in the music
of yesterday
on missions
of growing up
and away to
planets we
still can’t believe
we’ve landed on
— offices and
supermarkets
and lines of
traffic that seem
to go on and on and on
(like this sentence)
🙂
until we remember…
every moment is
soaked with the scent
of daring possibility
and watercolored by
brush strokes from lilies
that laugh on the moon.
a poem for dVerse Poetry, Open Link Tuesday, whooohoooo.
lily patch photo credit to igardena.blogspot.com
we sat on benches
facing a painting much
smaller than imagined.
how could so much
longing and fame be
packed into just one
18″ x 24″ rectangle?
we then wondered
why america had
not gone metric.
we also wondered
who put the ram
in the ram-a-lam-
a-ding-dong, but
soon changed the
subject to proust.
we later found a
cafe and ate cake,
the crumbs falling
from your fork onto
the stolen artwork
in your underwear.
it was a great day.
Folks, do NOT ask me how my minds wanders to words like the above! I have NO IDEA either!!
🙂
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Happy St. Pat’s!!
I’ll put the Spaghetti Bench photo credits in later.
Kelly’s turn on this laptop now. We are down to 1, and sharing.
But that’s okay, I’ve got songs to practice on guitar now anyway.
xoxo
Okay, the benches are wood by sculptor Pablo Reinoso.
Poetry, Seriously Weird | Posted by Jannie on 13 March 2012 @ 12:54 PM
my coffee rooster flew back in through the
dog door this morning with muffins for all,
his tales from far beyond the pastried portal
leaving me, as usual, with maps in my eyes.
he’d been to sea with van gogh’s blue guitar
and georgia o’ keefe’s thanksgiving ukulele,
sailing on tall ships made from fine fiddles
and scrapbooks of far-off singing at night.
he’d yodeled in the alps with gandhi’s beagle
and gambled in paris with shakespeare’s cat.
he’d crept up einstein’s rose trellis to peek
at him and churchill sitting knitting socks.
told me his favorite part was arm-wrestling
nostradamus the october night they sat up
baking and eating starlit pies and laughing
until sunrise sang them both off to dreams
of moonkissed maidens they hope to one day
meet and marry on martha’s vineyard or mars.
Just a little poem for dVerse Poets Open Link Tuesday, which goes live weekly at 2:00 Texas Time.
from my coffee rooster and me.
xoxo
