Thursday, April 17, 2014

lemon blossom & lavender


my alabaster box is broken
my hair perfumed
i am the weeping woman, child
lost & found

i am like stardust
hammocked
in the web of the moon, dreamer
asleep in the blue-flame rain, cloud and fog
delivered on the dark-smoke water
eyelids stirring
in dappled light
opening to the full
s     t     r     e     t     c     h
in the sweet summer sun
when everything is new again,
believing

i am my best work
in my pajamas, cuddling
my preferred method
of communication

i am a seeker of poison
to extract from wounds,
salve when storm-blistered,
and hope when there is
nothing else

i am consumed
in crimson smolder passion
and peaceful glow, soft & bold

my alabaster box is broken
my hair perfumed
i am the weeping woman, child
lost & found



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner



photo © 2014 jennifer wagner

















For dVerse Meeting the Bar:  Self Portraits.  Brian has challenged us to write a "selfie" poem which can be "symbolic, metaphorical, descriptive".

27 comments:

Brian Miller said...

stardust hammocked on the web of the moon....
seeker of poison to extract from wounds...
really some cool lines in this jennifer...
the repetition of the opening stanza at the end
is spot on too...

cool shot of you as well...looking fly in the glasses
and the way you did your hair...

Janet Martin said...

Gorgeous! pic and poem!

Kathryn Dyche said...

Wow I love this.

Anonymous said...

I'm curious about the path behind you...

Nice pen. Cool pic :) ~

Ella said...

I love your photo and so many great lines! I too am storm blistered~ You are stardust-how beautiful! I want to tangle with that web of a moon! Beautiful, Jennifer!

Kamana said...

beautiful. my favourite bit: stardust
hammocked
in the web of the moon

Anonymous said...

I felt the hurt, and the strength in this poem - your words just carried me along

Claudia said...

i love how you start and end this with the broken alabaster box, the perfumed hair...lost and found... very cool pic as well with the path reflecting in your eyes..

Scarlet said...

Creative title and very cool on the opening and ending lines - weeping woman, child lost & found ~

I find that whole second stanza just fabulous - i am like stardust
hammocked
in the web of the moon, dreamer
asleep in the blue-flame rain, cloud and fog

Love that shot of you too, smiles ~

Grace

Sumana Roy said...

seeker of poison to extract from wounds....i love and revere the image...great
lines all along...

Anonymous said...

I see you. Well done.

Wolfsrosebud said...

so loved the hammock in the moon... wonderful visuals

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Loved, loved this Jennifer!

Anonymous said...

Many, many years ago I wrote an allegory using the alabaster box. Such a wonderful use here, Jennifer. You've created such good imagery.

Anonymous said...

hammocked in the web of the moon...
I got stuck on that line (in a good way) and the contrast between crimson passion and the soft and bold glow.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Absolutely fantastic.....I noted the same lines as Brian, love the repetition of the key lines....and, especially, "hope when there is nothing else." Me, too, kiddo. Especially then!

avalon said...

This is a lovely ride of indulgence with delicious stops along the way.

Glenn Buttkus said...

A full spectrum of reflection, poetic but not conceit, self-deprecating while still
self-supporting; shreds & shadows of self-love prep for the dispensation to others; a very nice poetic.

mrs mediocrity said...

Gorgeous... this made me feel like we could be best friends, sitting in the backyard watching fireflies go by.

janetld said...

Wonderful...and great photo too. I can so relate to this. My favorite bit of wording: my alabaster box is broken.

Magyar said...

"The child lost & found."
__By stepping back to find the child we once were, we find ourselves.

the child
tells me what I should be
I strive

Best wishes! _m

Wendy Bourke said...

“eyelids stirring
in dappled light
opening to the full
s t r e t c h
in the sweet summer sun
when everything is new again,
believing”

– wonderful words: an indelible line of poetry.

Great picture, too!

ayala said...

Love the poem and your picture :)

Mon.Esprit said...

Very interesting piece - as a whole it touches many sensitive aspects as well. Smiles.

Anonymous said...

Love the repeat of the first and final stanza - gives it a different meaning from first to last - beautiful self portrait wonderfully crafted - K

Kathy Reed said...

Very revealing of the thoughtful you ...like the pajamas part ;)

संजय भास्‍कर said...

beautiful.