Poetry Friday – Post Annies Round Up
My apologies for the delayed round-up. As indicated in the previous post, I was crazed getting ready for the Annie Awards, the animation industry’s biggest night. It was an amazing night too. The food was great, Ratatouille and Brad Bird won just about everything there was to win, one of my favorite shows El Tigre and it’s creator Jorge Gutierrez won awards and I met and saw lots of interesting and fun people. I thought you’d might like to take a peek at the dress I ended up with so I’m tacking in a picture. There’s this kind of weird guy in between me and my date, maybe you’ll recognize him. He’s a really nice guy.
On to the round up, I really enjoyed making these mashed up nonsensical story poems of our postings so I’m going to give it another shot.
It began in Frenzy over at the little house
Where Billy, charming Billy was looking for a pearl.
At the Wild Rose, there’s everything from Lincoln to Moses, so why dream?
“Well” said The Blue Rose Girls, “how about a love poem with toast?”
Each of us has a name given by God, even when the clouds come.
The red wheel barrow puzzles us while the mother in the refugee camp
breaks out hearts and Lady Macbeth reminds us to be ourselves.
Wherever in the wastes of our days, there should always be time for haiku
At the very least poetry in 15 words or less
or things like painting in the sweet spring.
In every heart there is a room still and quiet
when it is peace.
Though I am old with wandering (welcome Laurel!),
I imagine children’s faces are replacing flower pots
in a fabulous March to the Sea.
Oh to be of use!
The mouse of Amherst calls
It’s time for Langston’s train ride.
There’s a conference you see, on the neuroscience of Mother Goose.
In the land of Nod
there is a fury of overshoes
Death’s second self, the Armadillo is preening
as much as the books that fillt it.
A clear midnight, in an Irish winter
they are getting ready as if for a Bronx masquerade
He is already beside me, that honeybee
and if you will be my valentine
and write me epyllions of love
then i will stop forcing spring
Climb inside a poem
are good to start with.
This little bag of poetry is becoming heavy
or maybe it’s just that
Defenseless under the night,
the blind men and the elephant dream
of Snow White and apples, while
Miss Lee and Mrs. Fuller end Poetry Friday.