Friday, May 31, 2013

Stone



that place in her heart
at the mention
of his name



© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Viking Lover's Missive


The Mist


Find me here
in sweet-dappled sunlight kiss,

naked,
save the bangles on my wrist.

Come to me,
cling like mist;

like bilberries—
stain my lips, my hips.

Pull my flesh
from the silknight bone

and leave my carcass
to the stones.



for Ian

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner



This was written for Ella’s Sunday Mini-Challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where we were given the opportunity to write a poem inspired by the wonderful photography of L. Diane Wolfe.  I’ll also be linking to dVerse for OpenLinkNight.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Childhood



My hand in the river
of ice cold water
charges me even as the sun
weaves its warm and dreamy spell.

Cool pebbles bounce in the stream
and I am taken with them,
down, down, down,
and back up again.

Two smiles play on my lips—
contentment and mischief;
and I am sure that, today,
I don’t need more than this.



© 2012 Jennifer Wagner



One year ago today I began this blog and to commemorate I am reposting my very first post.  Thank you to all of you who have visited, read my work, and commented so thoughtfully over this past year.  It has been my pleasure to have been able to cross paths with you and I am looking forward to many more crossings! 

Also, my heart goes out to the people of Oklahoma suffering in the aftermath of yesterday’s devastating tornado.  May recovery be quick.  My thoughts and prayers are with you.  ~ Jen


Linking to dVerse, a most excellent place for poets to connect.  

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Small



Sometimes as I’m waking,
small light
drifts just past the curtains of an aphotic yesterday,

a glimmer
in this big expanse
where wholeness and possibility
have fallen dry like leaves;

like stars,
hidden half the time.

Sometimes I hold my breath in this space
of little light
wondering how long it will stay so dark.

It’s then I close my eyes in peace,
exhaling a smile of knowing

more dark is just more room
for small light
to grow.


© 2013 Jennifer Wagner