Photography, The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 24 April 2011 @ 4:55 PM
Daughter, a little less than 3 years before you were born
your maternal grandparents swooped down here to Texas
from Canada (that was December 1998) to help me plant
3 palms, 3 crepe myrtles and 2 variegated pittosporums
in the planter box where all has grown so tall and lush.
Long way to come to plant a garden — 2700 miles, but
it’s never too early to start planning a good blog post!
And you know what? I really like how the little purse
you held yesterday for these pix is the one you carried
as a flower girl* in North Carolina when you were four.
Now you’re 9, closer to 10, and ‘way over halfway to 18.
And you know what else I like? That your grandparents
were born, and I was born, and your dad was born and
everybody else was born and I like how it’s always spring
somewhere, and always a great day to love and be loved.
~~~ end of poem ~~~
(Oh, and I like how Kitty got into the first photo beautifully!!)
Posted by Mom with love on Easter Sunday afternoon as the aroma of roasting prime rib fills the house.
xoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxo
* Yes, my darling peeps, you’ll see the flower girl photos one day, of course!!
on an April morning smelling on and off
of maple fudge boiling on an old wood stove,
she sat on a bench where no bills were owing
and nothing sad had ever or could ever happen,
her camera zoom lens having almost as much fun as
14 guys in kilts dancing the can-can in an Easter parade.
Those evershall remain 55 Friday Flash Fiction words for The G-Man.
xoxoxooxox
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
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.) 🙂
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.)
