She smoked all her cigars
between
noon and six,
listening
to the bounce
of
the sloping rain.
She
drank lavender tea from a lowball glass,
let
her hair go silver-white, and
never
cared what a single soul
thought
of it.
Her
laugh was always belly deep,
her
smile lines, deeper.
She
had that knack
for
letting everyone
be
themselves
and
they, by turn,
were
able to.
Forget
Vogue.
Forget
Cosmo
and
Elle.
An
old wooden porch
frames
the perfect face.
©
2013 Jennifer Wagner
I
think I want to be her (well, except for the cigars). Linking up to
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Such a vivid write about a woman I would greatly admire. Very nice, Jennifer.
ReplyDeletesmiles...she sounds like quite the personality...gotta love letting everyone be themselves...and a wooden porch, that makes the perfect frame...i miss porch sitting, talking to neighbors...
ReplyDeleteA really charming piece - with a bit of a folk vibe, to it.
ReplyDeleteI love this character, Jennifer. She sounds like she knows herself, and lets everyone SEE her as she really is. I like the second stanza especially. And I haven't sat on a wooden porch since a long time ago when my grandparents had such a porch!!
ReplyDeleteLove the picture you leave in the last two lines. Beautiful ending couplet to a lovely piece of character creation poetry :)
ReplyDeleteoh she sounds like someone i would like to meet - or someone i would like to be - letting people be who they are and just provide the frame for people to relax and let go as well - what a beautiful face indeed
ReplyDeleteGreat portrait write.>KB
ReplyDeleteI love the person who unfolds from these words. People who let others simply be themselves are rare and precious.
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines create the perfect frame for this portrait, yes :)
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Beautiful write, Jennifer ~ M
ReplyDeleteThe best people bring others up. It seems like this lady is that type. I agree with Claudia, I'd love to meet her. Great title, great poem, great job, Jennifer.
ReplyDeleteI'm from the Pacific NW as well!
loved how personal you've made this...
ReplyDeleteLove the final stanza :)
ReplyDeletei'd really like to have a glass of lavender tea with that lady :)an amazingly vivid and memorable poem, Jennifer.
ReplyDeleteLove specially the opening stanza ~ I would love to meet her ~
ReplyDeleteVery deft and telling work, Jennifer - a real pleasure to read../ With Best Wishes Scott xx
ReplyDeleteShe sounds like a woman comfortable in her own skin..congrats on being part of the dVerse Anthology.
ReplyDeleteThe rhythm and truth here speak to me. I, hope, I grow to be her.
ReplyDeletevery descriptive Iike sitting across the table form her
ReplyDeleteExcellent tie up with the last line!
ReplyDeleteOh, I just love this! She sounds like the best kind of person to spend a summer afternoon with.
ReplyDeleteThat is quite a gift, to be oneself thus inviting others to drop pretense. Great piece!
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful personality. Knowing her can be most rewarding. Not easy to be just an ordinary soul but one that invites others to oneself without really trying. Wonderful write Jennifer!
ReplyDeleteHank
Beautifully crafted with clean and evocative images.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the read!
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Ana
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As everyone else has said, a character we would all love to meet and talk with. So vividly brought to life in this poem. I especially like the opening and closing stanza.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great person... someone who makes others comfortable in their own skin is a person with a real gift. Beautifully written. :)
ReplyDeleteI would like to be her too. Lovely write.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
She is wonderful! This is growing old gracefully in my book!
ReplyDeleteA lovely portrait of this woman, Jennifer. I would love to be her as well, minus the cigars.
ReplyDeletePamela
you wrote a world, i entered... except for the cigars, i too could wish to be her
ReplyDeleteI can definitely see the allure she holds. all I need is an old wooden porch and several more years of smiling to deepen those groove lines. (I'm sure the grey will eventually come as well.)
ReplyDeleteInteresting woman, I love this piece.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful descriptive poem. :-) Your poem reminded me of my grandmother sitting at the porch, smoking her old fashioned cigarettes. :-)
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