Since I can’t write each of you a poem for Christmas, I thought I’d share some of the pieces I’ve written for other people this year….I hope it’s not too cheap a gift, but I am a struggling writer after all. : )
If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, or have ever met me in real life, then you know how much I adore Greg & Ashley Garrison, the owners of Hop Ice Cream & The Hop West in Asheville, NC. When I started drawing illustrations for my upcoming children’s book, I was inspired to do something for them as well. If this doesn’t entice you to go visit Hop Ice Cream for yourself, then I haven’t done them justice.
Let’s Go To The Hop.
Enter a world of delight,
where vegetables taste like treats.
Waffle cone-scented happiness.
The atmosphere drizzled in sweets.
A place where caramel is salted
and spinach can be an ice cream.
Sorbet, almond milk or chocolate,
every scoop is a bite of a dream.
The flavors are always homemade.
Each cake has a filling of love.
A family-friendly community,
that should be covered in fudge.
Free music rebounds off the walls.
Magic and poetry breathe.
All that is whimsical calls….
Just one nibble and you will believe.
My friend Wendy Lou was given another poem this year. I wrote one for her about a year ago, which was quintessentially her. However, I thought it might be fun to use her name in one of my children’s pieces. About 3 hours after I had that thought, the poem was done. I sent it over to my friend Catherine Wells & she gave it a quick & ingenious edit. It was so perfect that I had to keep her changes. Anytime this piece is published, she will be credited for her assistance. While this was intended to merely use Wendy Lou’s name, I do believe it carries the essence of her as well.
Wendy Lou will stitch your Dreams,
a dollar at a time.
Make sure you get there early,
there’s always quite a line.
For 50 cents she’ll make repairs,
or you can start from scratch.
She barters if you need to
but of course there is a catch.
You have to bring your Wishes.
You must trade in your Fears.
Strong Dreams are made with Kisses,
she’ll even take your tears.
So make a Dream for you
or to give to someone else.
Just take your Hopes to Wendy Lou….
‘Cause Dreams can’t make themselves.
Speaking of the lovely Catherine Wells, she also received a poem from me this year. Catherine’s former Twitter name was “verybadcat13″….hence the “very bad” line in this piece. She is a wonderful friend & an incomparable writer. But don’t take my word for it, I’m certain that after reading anything on her website, you’ll be an admirer of her work as well.
I hate to topple your tables,
but “Very Bad” is a relative term.
Her wit will slice through your cables,
her Faith must always be earned.
A Grace of unenhanced Beauty.
A Voice quite alive in her Pen.
Her shoulder is always on duty,
to care for the Hearts of her friends.
This last piece was written for a very wonderful man I met through Wendy Lou. His name is Tres & when we met he was in the back seat of her car. I was in the front seat & could barely hear him over the radio & open windows. From our first misunderstood sentence of “That’s so Amish” I knew he was someone worth knowing. Our friendship has flourished on Twitter & Facebook and he is one of the first people I showed my new artwork to. Such a sweet & genuine person….I am fortunate to know him.
that’s so amish….
a witty voice i strained to hear.
odd circumstance which brought you near.
talk of amish & silly jokes.
worth the effort for words you spoke.
now i must “like” the things you say.
since we speak in keyboards every day.
i offer up hugs in the digital world
for you rarely see this poet girl.
and so i write these words for you
and hope you find a piece of truth.
sometime soon we’ll meet again….
and be far more than facebook friends.
That’s all for now. Have a happy holiday and, as always, thanks for playing.
: ) barbie.