Two Me's

Have you ever been a waitress? Well that is what I do, at a fantastic, fantastic place. This little poem is what happened to me yesterday. I was serving a baby shower on one side of a wall with very happy people celebrating the new little life. On the other side of the wall, I was serving very sad people from a funeral that should not have happened.  Here's what came out...

Serving two sides
of a wall made of brick
being two Me's
will be quite a trick.

One side of pink
of giggles and glee,
wondering what this
new life will be.

One side of gray,
of black, and of brown.
Of faces too sad,
too sad for a frown.

How do I approach,
both sides of the wall?
Cheerful and bubbles,
invisible and small.

I'll offer dessert,
It is worth a shot.
Don't know about them
It helps me a lot.

Not one bite of a treat,
they're too sad to taste,
Oh, if I could help,
not a minute I'd waste.

What will pop through?

What's up? What's new?
What will pop through?
The ground will show
me life to view.

Will it be red,
white, pink, or blue,
or just a leaf,
with pale green hue?

The spring is what,
 the yard is for.
Winter will soon knock
back on the door.

So enjoy each sprout,
that pops it's head.
Last week the ground,
was all but dead.

Get out, enjoy,
this is your chance,
you have three weeks,
 a short spring dance!

(funny what pops in my mind while I am washing my hair)  :-)

One Legged Seagull

So I was on a little picnic at my Manito pond, and this little one legged seagull just stood close by me and just waited for me to write her a poem.  Here it is..

My dear one legged seagull,
just standing next to me,
get up and flap your wings,
and fly-you will be free.

Oh I know you have but one good leg,
you have convinced me it is true
but if you flap those silly wings,
your joy, it will be new.

You'll fly over my Manito,
and see amazing things.
Stop looking at your one lone foot,
and flap your big white wings.

Over the old men on the bench,
chatting up about the day.
Over the boys, run-ning along,
with fishing net they play.

You'll fly over all the houses,
with people in the yard.
Enjoy your flight, one legged friend,
though flapping might be hard.

Oh yes you'll see gulls trot about,
on nice webbed feet of two,
but fly my friend, enjoy the day,
Your wings were made for you!

The Back of Mona Lisa

The Back of Mona Lisa

I unscrew the glass, when the tourists had past.

and the guard was asleep in the hall.

Then lift it off gingerly, making no sound,

off that wonderful world famous wall.

Just a moment I seek, to take a quick peek,

to see if the rumors are true,

that Da Vinci was just a regular guy

just exactly like me and like you!

So I pull off the backing, not making a sound,

so anxiously waiting my treat-

when I heard the drea sound, just like an old hound

of the thump of the wakened guards feet.

Quicken my pace to reveal, so quickly to peel,

the backing off that famous face.

Must be gentle I say, or I'll have to pay,

in jail for this curious race.

Just a glance at the back, of Lisa's great face.

told me it was worth it all,

for there I did see, a bugar so old,

hidden right there on that famous wall.

He wiped it in haste, while working one day,

on the right hand of Mona Lisa.

His model was hungry, and so they did stop

for a sip, and a bite of cheese pizza.

So because of the hunger of look alike Lisa,

we get just a bit of a view,

of Leonardo the great, painter of late,

who's so much like me and like you.

by Jill Skeie

Manito

Manito Park

I'm up, I'm off, I'm on my way.
I'm in my tennis shoes,
I'm heading straight to Manito
to chase away the blues.

The back packs full of this and that
to make it an event,
I think I thought of everything,
just left out the tent.

Jalapeno quesadillas
wrapped up in a paper towel,
roasted peanuts and fig newtons
I can hear my stomach growl.

Big thermos of alpine cider,
use two packets, make it strong.
picnic blanket, book and glasses,
lifting spirits with a song.

Loaded with my pack and lawn chair,
I'm headed out for fun,
if it weren't so cumbersome
I could break out in a run.

My pond it is so beautiful,
with ducks swimming about.
Manito is mine today,
a whisper is a shout.

Open my chair and settle in,
with cider in my mug,
sitting here on such a day,
is like a big God hug.

An ever-young comes walking up
with helper at her side.
She loves the ducks and makes them fly,
her joy she can not hide.

This is not the Grand Canal
or the Pantheon in Rome,
but it's just as beautiful
and just think-we call it home!

Vinyl!

Oh what fun, what a delight, the studio was messy with fabric tonight!

I bought this bit of red vinyl at the fabric store a month ago, and have been waiting to finish the walkers to break out the sewing machine. To be truthful, the other bag was supposed to be the lining, but was way too big, and I just liked it too much to hide it inside a bag.

The only things recycled on the red bag are the button that I bought at a flea market in Paris, and the very thick black thread. It is a very old spool of Lyseth thread that I rescued from Grandmothers sewing box. Now the other bag is all up-cycled from upholstery samples, and a bit of our wonderful vinyl.

I might do a couple more bags before I start painting Giuseppe.

Happy spring friends, Jill

Paris Stroll

This was a very fun painting to paint!
So happy to be breaking in the new studio.