Saturday, March 28, 2015

Chemistry



Image by Karsten Hohmeier
Every now and then
a poem stays with me
or a line

gets stuck
in the groove of the vinyl
of my mind,

like you do,
and I let it play.


© 2015 Jennifer Wagner


Poetry Pantry

Friday, March 27, 2015

Symbiotic


Image by Dawn Hudson
I'm a patchwork sketch
with patchouli rest
between my breasts---
and you
press, indent,
build
your heart
around me.

And this,
keeps me here---clear,
centered,
focused

just
as each window lilac breeze,
each fringe and tassel,
wisp of candle flame,
batik,
bohème
needs a frame.


© 2015 Jennifer Wagner


Wednesday, March 18, 2015

The Wedding Gift


The chime is engraved
with a lighthouse,
a harbor,
a ship on the sea.

It hangs from the eaves
above our deck

and has, for nearly
seventeen years,
sprinkled its tune
at every house
we've called home.

It fell
            once,
in a major storm,

was never broken, but
lay serenely
at our feet
waiting--

ready to give light, melody.

And though
I tire of wind,
of storms,
it's taught me to listen,
             hope,
                       trust light
and
play on.



© 2015 Jennifer Wagner



Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Friday, March 6, 2015

Sideways


Toril “Smells Like Rain”

Winter moans elsewhere ---but here
within me,
yesterdays roam,
panicky.

Like spring rain. Staccato.

My poems are wet ash.
My skin, sand through hourglass.

I make
for shelter,
a grain too late---

caught
in clouds of least favorable reflection.
And though I'm determined to at least pace them,

I know
I can never outrun
the rain.


© 2015 Jennifer Wagner


For Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Art with Toril.