Photography, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 8 March 2014 @ 11:11 PM
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
frozen over for folks to 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 glowing like gold.
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.
Isn’t she AMAZING!!?!!
Earned 9.250 for that at our just-ended Junior Olympics competition season, Level 7.
And what a season it was! One of great growth, development, learning, perseverance, travel, friendship and fun.
So proud of that shiny little gal who always gives it her best!
And isn’t their new team leotard Absolutely Freakingly Fabulously GORGEOUS!!
xxooxxoo to all you blog wanderers.
~~ Jannie
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
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.)
It’s not even Tuesday
and I’m posting a poem
to show you improvements
we’ve made to our home.
I’ve been storing / selling
some stuff for a friend,
seemed those boxes
would never-ever end.
But an angel came over
and helped lug ’em out.
Then with my broom
i danced all about.
I covered the old garden
with a perfect-sized rug,
put the blinds up myself,
then gave me a hug.
With a fine shipping table
and lots of bubble wrap,
shelves, then inventory
that was pretty-much that!
The view from there
is this one you see…
where here at my
laptop i usually be.
No more of this now
to haunt me by day…
just a tidy little nook
for my growing eBay.
~~ end of poem
Posted with love to all my buds.
~~ Jannie
xooxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxo
P.S. All construction here (including stained glass install) built by Jim’s own 2 hands, 14? 15? years ago, an addition to our house.
He helped my store-nook dream come true by ply-wooding over that big square in the floor which once housed an indoor garden that had waned over the years.
The indoor garden was not making me money so it HAD to go!!
Speaking of eBay — back to it, Baby!!! I had a slow Dec. but January is picking up.
xoxo again.
And here’s a photo edit-in on Friday Jan. 17th, at 3:21 p.m. Texas Time.
Shipping Desk cat “Clue” KNOWS he’s not supposed to be up there, naughty boy.
(We recycle old swimming pool noodles as cushioning material to help pack delicate items. Sometimes people just give them away at the yard sales where we get a lot of our eBay things to sell.)
