First, because it happened first…
I win, I win, Yes I’m a winner
Little Kelly, a darling of a child has made me one of two winners. My dear little green internets, y’all just have to pop on over to the Funster’s and see this video.
Oh, ya wanta know what I won. Of course you do. I have won, did it mention I was a winner, a CD. Kelly’s sidekick Jannie has this new CD out, ‘I Need a Man’; original music performed by Jannie Funster herself. And if you are as jealous as you normally are when I win something, I dare you…no double dog dare you to get your own.
~~~~Update 6-6; The CD has arrived and it is kick ass I love I need a man, Beloved loves Wedgie Wedding and we both love The littlest songwriter. Actually they are all very cool. Good work Jannie!
Second, because it happened next…
Brian of The New Author and Bernard Rossi of Bernard’s Blog have collaborated to put on a poetry workshop. They have posted a photograph, courtesy of Bernard, for folks to write a poem about. Now from my side of the screen I can see many different ways to write about a photograph (also see this post) and y’all know how I feel about photos.
Remember the “speaker” of a poem is not necessary the poet. In this case it is definitely NOT ME. Let me give this poem a PG rating cause it contains brief nudity. If you are interested please follow along or even participate in this workshop, it is FREE yes you read that right. Let me type it again F-R-E-E. Below is the actual raw long hand piece I wrote after looking and thinking about this photo for a very short time maybe 30 minutes.
I know it’s a little hard to follow and the spelling is atrocious and…well let me say my mind goes faster than my carpel tunnel hand can, but this is what it looks like when I work in ink and real paper instead of this virtual e-version.
And below is what it became when I typed it up on the computer, the way it was sent in to Bernie and Brian. I look forward to seeing how this workshop progresses it is my first.
Standing naked behind sheer hotel curtains
Billowing, blowing on gusts of sea wind
Flickering, gliding on my breast, my thighs
Raising tiny goose bumps chilling my soul
As natural as breathing, I hold myself, alone
Close my eyes and inhale
Salty air reminiscent of that last walk along
The golden sands of forever
Like the plane, your plane now flies to
And you, you sit among strangers
Clothed in yourself, breathing their air
Smelling their unknown scents
While I pray that you are missing me
Or at least that you glance out the window
And look for me, please look back
Come play along join in I showed you mine now let me see yours