Just typing that title cracks me up. For the record, unless SF suddenly becomes a poet, Plot This will never have a Poetry Friday, or Monday, or Tuesday for that matter. Why? Because I can't understand them. Seriously - I try. I occasionally pop over to Khaled's or Irene's blogs and read some...but it's no use.
I would tell you that I am lacking the poetry gene, but I think I might actually have it. You see, my mom is a poet. Not a published one (I'm still working on that.) But she's a GREAT poet!
SO, today is "Poetry Friday" because I love my mom. And Mother's Day is this weekend and I wish to honor her here on my adorable blog :-)
Believe it or not, the same day I won the Big One (I love talking about it. Go ahead, read it again.) my mom won a poetry contest in Virginia with the following poem:
Inebriated
I get high on green.
It is summer,
and the woods flow with the verdant colors.
Flickers of sunlight flash and fade,
playing hide and seek with the leaves.
It is quiet and intoxicating to watch.
Cotton ball clouds like bobbing buoys
poke holes in the canopy of Carolina blue.
Shadowy and wizened residents surround and invite me to eavesdrop.
They stand singly or in groves atop a carpet of autumn’s rich umber discard.
They are a lively bunch-ecumenical all,
content to enjoy each other’s company;
Veined, needled, coned or flowered,
they seem to thrive on diversity in this integrated neighborhood.
Some of the younger set hold their arboreal cards close to the vest,
gambling for their survival, low to the ground, new to the scene.
Others offer concoctions from fluttering branches that vie for my attention.
Flirtatious are those, however,
that tease and taunt as they lift their petaled skirts high above me,
doing the flamenco when the breeze is right.
Last call arrives at dusk-closing time approaches.
A new day will bring with it the craving,
an inability to sleep it off.
I will be drawn to the foliated silence again,
and the whispers will ease what ails me,
one leafy cocktail after another.
I get high on green.
I love you Mom! And Linda, we love you too!
Happy Mother's Day!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. I totally stole that pic from the aforementioned Khaled :-) Thanks Man!
13 comments:
You guys are on a winning streak! Congrats to your lovely mom on her well-deserved win. Love the poem, most especially this:
Some of the younger set hold their arboreal cards close to the vest,
gambling for their survival, low to the ground, new to the scene.
Wow, that was hilarious and lovely! Very talented family!
:) That is all.
I get high on Mom. I love it.
This is your father speaking (for those looking at Jeannie's pic)to remind you that Father's Day is fast approaching. We've got to think of some great talent that I have so I can get an "honorable mention" in your blog too! Mr. Fix it, Mr.Frame guy, Mr.Yell at the TV conservative,
....just saying.
Wow! Talent must run in the family!
That was a great poem!
Thanks y'all! -My mother is obsessively reading these comments :-)
And Dado, don't you worry, I have tons of great ideas about how to write about you!! You're easy.
You make things for me, and encourage me, and advise me not to speak about politics in public :-)
LOL! Maybe I got a defective poetry gene from Mom and a defective political gene from you?
Maybe I'll write a political poem? That would actually be downright hilarious!
See! Y'all inspire me all the time :-)
Very cool :^)
Hope you have a good mother's day!
Woohoo, a poetry post! Go Katie!! And tell your mom I enjoyed her green-high poem. :)
Love the poem. It is beautiful and saucy at the same time. I like that you get a feel of her personality and the way she views things. Congrats on the win!
Mmm... Mom! Ms. J says you're saucy!! And we all know she's got mad game.
Su-perb!
I want a "leafy cocktail". This is gorgeous and fun and wonderful. I love seeing your tremendous talent Jeannie! I'm going to go and stare at some trees.
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