Welcome to Poetry Friday for 17 July 2020. More on Poetry Friday, is below.


My dear but overtasked Mom, whose occasionally inscrutable life I ponder more often in the summer than any other season, was an excellent small-lake swimmer in her school days.  As an adult, this former athlete, also a high school archer and basketball player, chose as her only sport, the face-up float. So this is for dear Mom.


Mom and me in the sea


She allowed me to

link by hand,

drift alongside her 

beating heart,

her stretched-out

living raft.

~ JG Annino, 2020


I wish I owned a photograph of Mom swimming, or just lounging on a lake dock in her one-piece, sleek, classic Jantzen “diving woman” logo swimsuit,(in blue, not red as pictured at the link.) When I grew older, she confided that to invite her body to feel light, to drift, was free therapy, needed bliss, release, otherworldness.



So now, switching moods, because we can use a smile in these traumatic times, I share here from the animal kingdom, what Mom practiced – the free-spirit float. She passed on long before I made this image a few years ago on a trip to  Homosassa Springs. A defender of natural Florida, she would want this serene sirenia & you, to enjoy a float if it rolls our way. Strength & peace & also some float to you, in significant days leading to Nov. 3, 2020.


"FLOAT", copyright, all rights reserved,JanGodownAnnino
“FLOAT”, copyright, all rights reserved,

Poetry Friday is within Kidlitosphere, illuminated by poet & educator Renee LaTulippe at No Water River.  Last week Ruth hosted, writing from among the lovely people of Haiti.   Next week, we connect with Margaret, at Reflections on the Teche.  Thank you for your beautiful link ~~ via comments, traditional-style. Keep scrolling for the your thoughts? box, which doesn’t automatically post. If you think there’s a glitch or if you prefer, send your Poetry Friday link to me by owl, snailmail, email, butterfly, turtle, twitter, fb, fern, affirmation or, prayer. I’m anticipating a bit of away-time at zoom events Friday & Saturday that weren’t scheduled when I answered the lovely calendar call, so I’ve posted early. Appreciations for your visit.

As often as I can, I will wrap up your links from comments & notes right here .

^^^^Janice soothes us with an original poem & photo of an element often overlooked. http://janicescully.com/

~~~Amy’s offering some mighty fine lines at BookBuzz. Just can’t get each kind, out of my mind. https://bookbuzz123.blogspot.com/2020/07/window-shelf.html

@@@ Linda’s yuk-yuks are totally lucky ducks. Feel the images, See the sounds! Linda astounds. http://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/2020/07/refurbished-clunkers.html

🙂 🙂 🙂 Michelle, Fine Artist, features feather finery inspired by On the Teche & she offers more fabulous poem-making (I’ma afloat over one in particular). Do inhale her signature, exquisite poetry in artist inks, too.  https://moreart4all.wordpress.com/2020/07/16/poetry-friday-poetry-mix-flowers/.     I also like to play in Michelle’s studio at Etsy https://www.etsy.com/shop/michellekoganfineart/

Tim, joins in first time here (to my recollection) with work-in-progress/science fiction. Welcome! images.https://timkulp.com/home/visual-stories I’ll spend more time at his site later, where a Middle Grade novels post led me to a link & thereupon I gorged on a photo gallery of libraries’ eye candy at a swoony copyright-free site. Additional appreciations, Tim!

Carol arrives back at New York from Virginia with questions, thoughts, worries building, about #quarantineoverdrive, employing clunker gifts & outasite art. TY, also, for the sweet treat, Carol! https://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2020/07/clunker-line-poem.html

Little Willow peeks out from behind her pile of reading/websitedesign/acting/article-writing/ etc. duties to visit, with her usual depth. https://slayground.livejournal.com/907539.html 

Matt has fallen for flowers, but not in the usual way, wrangling a wort, a vetch & who knows what else, along the path. Be sure to continue on at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme for his You Tube channel. https://mattforrest.wordpress.com/2020/07/16/poetry-friday-summer-flowers-my-first-prose-poem-ever/

Bridget, known for “wee words for wee ones,” is up to something BIG! http://www.weewordsforweeones.com/2020/07/wee-source-floating-poetry-across-world.html

Kind Tabatha, who I’ma never indifferent to,  serves up clever. https://tabathayeatts.blogspot.com/

Molly shares artistic comfort at Nix The Comfort Zone – how could she not, with the gifts she unwraps? https://nixthecomfortzone.com/2020/07/17/pf-poetry-swap-and-more/

Tim Gels contributes an original poem that gave me pause, at Yet There is Method. I hope you find time to read & think about it, too.  https://timgels.com/2020/07/17/bothered-or-not/ Welcome to Bookseedstudio, Tim.

Island gal Ruth invites a peek at her Summer Poetry Swap. Not to miss! https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/

Apples drops down into Bookseedstudio for the first time ~~ welcome!~~ with a post about wide-open, tall-towering, water-flowing, grasses-growing, preserved places & spaces. Go & enjoy this fresh-air share. https://theapplesinmyorchard.com/2020/07/17/poetry-friday-national-park-haiku/

Amy of The Poem Farm fame, gets into the kitchen to whip up a list 🙂 A tasty list. A maker list. A go-do-that-list.  http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2020/07/just-make-something-list-poem.html I promise to go-make. Some thing!

Ramona invites us to consider a common summer kids’ drink, through a Marcus Jackson lens. Wow. Appreciations, Mr. Jackson & for Pleasures from the Page https://pleasuresfromthepage.blogspot.com/2020/07/poetry-friday-ode-to-kool-aid.html

Leader Mary Lee shines light on prolific & moving poet/playright/storyteller/publisher/picturebookcreator/forceforchange, Zetta Elliott, in her highly regarded poetry collection, SAY HER NAME.

Donna at Mainely Write brings her sweet older Sister self to us & she gifted me with tears. xo to D.


Please help me welcome to Bookseedstudio & perhaps to Poetry Friday, Susan Bruck. She is creator of the nourishing SOUL BLOSSOM LIVING, which features her wisdom & artistry in several mediums, including poetry. Her clever verse about floating in child days, follows her story of a recent, not-be-be-repeated flying encounter.  Not-to-be repeated, but you don’t want to miss reading it!



75 responses to “Float”

  1. Jan, I missed last week’s Roundup but I am happy to see these links today – and to read your poetic tribute to your mom. That image of “stretched-out living raft” is so poignant … just the safety and serenity in being near your mother in the water. Ethereal yet real, and lovely.


    • Such a lovely name ~~ Soul Blossom Living. So glad to welcome you here, Susan. Will enjoy looking for your poem. I am dipping in & out all weekend & into next week & you are quite timely.


  2. Jan, these ARE significant days, and the memory of your floating mom is significant, too. I love the image offered by the words “stretched-out,living raft.” Your whole post is filled with affirmation, including your announcements of posts from our dear community of writers. It’s a delight to read. Thanks for the memory lane visit to a Jantzen suit, too!

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    • hey hey Joanne! A delight to enjoy a quick visit here with you, dear Highlights Foundation verse-novelist (2021) pal from My Brain on Books. Yes, we are without symptoms,
      have taken & continue on with all strict precautions since early March (me), late March (my hubby.) Our daughter & son-in-law have taken one of the best preventive measures~~ to be not in Florida. We miss them much, but they were already living far away, so we had made an adjustment for that, years ago. Now, if grandkids were in the mix, that would be an added anguish some of our pals widely separated from their wee ones, do struggle thru. We bless facetime, zooms, & our family habit of frequently sending groovy photos & texts, fb private msg. etc. One arrived just yesterday of their new mushroom-growing hobby. Previously I had sent a photo of the odd harmless”click bug” that wandered through our patio, so named because it makes a sound when it jumps. Even the newest bug becomes news when you are so distant! Appreciations & hugs again for popping in. I’m excited to keep up with your march to publication.


    • Mary Lee, A stunning photo you shared (August 2011) to match a reflective original FLOAT poem – your words make me want to wade in the river-river & stay floating in these many rivers of thought shared today. Many more appreciations for the poem, the cover, the news SAY HER NAME by Zetta Elliott is here. An important book that will be ordered by many, because of your post today.


  3. I love floating and it’s one of the things I do well! I can even cross my hands behind my head and cross my legs. Bliss for sure, but it’s been awhile since I’ve been in the water. I’m hoping things warm up a bit more so I can venture into the lake. I’m sharing an “Ode to Kool-aid’ by Marcus Jackson, a sweet summertime beverage from my childhood.

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    • Hi dear Amy. Your post at The Poem Farm is making me want to take a bite right out of it, or, from the photo! Lucky visitor, that one, in person. Lucky visitors – we here, at Poetry Friday.


    • Thank you, dear Jone. Joining you in first-floor festivity. We are all eyeing Linda’s summer swap poems & books. I nominate her to be the next Poetry Friday creator to undertake opening an Etsy shop of her art (After Robyn at Artsy Letters & also, Michelle Kogan Fine Art.) So sweet, Laura’s reminding us about the beautify of uninvited guests ,& that surreal mesmerizing petunia photo at the top of your post. I’ve never seen one prettier. xo


    • Elaine, hello & appreciations for selecting this BirthdayDay to celebrate Ms. Kushkin’s wit & wisdom.
      I am eager to return to all your rich links at Wild Rose Reader. I went around to find her ROAR lion-cover book, about sounds, which I thought I would fetch from my shelves. It must be in a select stack. Her sketches & poems for children, always adding a surprise thought or feeling, should known by heart. Your post-sharing this week, especially her strawberry, poem, feels like a catalyst for a Karla Kushkin Day.


    • A Slip-N-Slide! Oy! Made for ribboning over silky grass (& not the bumpy lumpy shale among the green stalks of my child days yard.) This will be a summer poem to savor, dear Margaret. Appreciations for your visit & kind words.


    • hey hey dear Irene! I’ma in bubbles about what Kirkus shares for the new and the so-You, THIS POEM IS A NEST.
      My review introduction was over at Reflections on the Teche ~~ reflectionsontheteche.com/2020/07/10/poetry-friday-this-poem-is-a-nest/.
      We hosted a mamma brown thrasher (or wood thrush) on her nest. Once we saw she was there, we never went close enough to determine, so I must have this book for double reasons.
      At your post today the family trip home meditation on living for Moments, via the key of red, is, like you, all wonderful.


    • Well, it’s about Day that someone got up to no Wood!
      Leave it to Crew, Tabatha!
      I’m like an ant at a barn-raising, all under this!
      Ne plus ultra suede, now I want to pursue J.R. & B.B. so timely indexed at your Metaforce B Wit Ewe site.
      Love. You.


    • I find that I adore anything by certain poets & Rebecca Kai Dotlich is one of them. My shelves hold
      several exceptional titles mentioned at your intro to the poem mini-movie, “Imagine,” which is an
      exquisite moment in this epidemic time. Appreciations for this gift, Sylvia.


  4. Jan, I would like to float alongside you. Your poem made me relax in thought. Ah, to just float endlessly without a care is what I would love to do right now. I can visualize the image of your mom as
    a stretched-out/living raft who provides support and love. Thank you for the invitation to enjoy a float and thanks for bringing joy as the PF host this week. I took 2 of Linda Mitchell’s clunker lines to create a video poem and now offering her a choice of 3 thoughts to ponder. https://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2020/07/clunker-line-poem.html

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  5. Thanks for the smiles, and your transforming floating poem with the lovely image (and sounds) you capture of you and your mom,
    “She allowed me to
    link by hand,
    drift alongside her”
    Thanks also for sharing the fun Jantzen bathing suit– enchanting free-spirit float,” critter, and for hosting the roundup! I’m offering a mix of poems and a WIP summer painting: https://moreart4all.wordpress.com/2020/07/16/poetry-friday-poetry-mix-flowers/

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  6. What a wonderful legacy and memory you have of your Mom. I would love to find a place to float these days. Lately, I’ve been losing myself at my crafting table while listening to stories. It’s a kind of floating…cutting up old books into butterflies and angels and pretty bits. The idea of floating next to my mom and our hearts beating together in that is such a warm, lovely idea. Thank you for that.
    This week I have taken half of the clunkers given to me last week and wrestled them into some shape of poetry. I have to admit…silliness ensued. Hugs to you, dear Jan!

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  7. I absolutely love floating in a pool or anywhere. The poem captures the wonder of it perfectly. With my ears under water it’s so quiet and meditative to hear just your breathing and see the sky above. Your mother sounds like a remarkable woman. I wrote a post about Moss and Ireland at http://janicescully.com. Thank you for hosting.

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