Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Storytellers, Poets, Dreamers


shining, twinkling—
winking morse code
in the cold clear of night
                
peering toward hills
graced by tempered moon
and gathering breaths like visions
in baskets of words

illuminated,
holding gold, like dust—fragments
in upheld palms
releasing them to jump gracefully
spin, twirl like fireflies

climbing in the tenebrosity
and falling like stars 
on shoulders
whispering to hungry ears
a glittering of seasons


Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

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26 comments:

  1. ha. love all the energy in this...and so true...the spinners of tales work magic, just as you have captured here...smiles.

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    1. I think they do spin a magic of sorts...thank you very much Brian!

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  2. I didn't know how to approach this at first, but as I read along, I found I was absolutely captivated by your imagery and word choice. Very nice :)

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  3. whispering to hungry ears
    a glittering of seasons....nice!! storyteller, poets, dreamers...oh love me some good filled baskets of words...surely magic in this..

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    1. I do love those baskets too...rather addicted...thank you very much!

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  4. Tenebrosity? Well, there's my word for the day! Thank you!

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  5. I think we storytellers and poets also have to be dreamers to imagine the tales we wish to weave. There certainly is much magic spun in this poem.
    The last stanza is, pure poetical magic.

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    1. Thank you very much, what a wonderful compliment.

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  6. well may be its a coincidence, but this is in time for our festival Diwali which is everything about lights and crackers.

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  7. Baskets of words--very neatly turned phrase, and lots of vivid imagery throughout. Enjoyed it.

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    1. Thanks hedge, glad you did...appreciate you reading the piece.

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  8. Very vivid imagery and loved the baskets of words, and the glittering of seasons brought diwali (festival of lights) to my mind instantly...how apt! thanks

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    1. Thanks Nilanjana...I'm going to have to look up some photos of the festival...intrigued to learn about it!

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  9. stunning. you paint such a beautiful picture...weave a lovely spells...leaving my ears eager to listen to the whispers.

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  10. I love this, one of my favorite things to do is step outside at night and listen...
    this one touched my heart.

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    1. I'm so honored by your comment Kelly...your poetry and photographs are an inspiration to me...thank you!

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  11. absolutely mesmerising, Jennifer!loved ' holding gold, like dust—fragments in upheld palms' and 'climbing in the tenebrosity'...this poem has such a haunting magical quality,you are the master to create the imagery that captivates the reader.

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    1. I consider your comment high praise Yelena because I am such a fan of your poetry...thank you!

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