Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Poet's Pen Strokes


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She was born
with a bottle
of blue darkness
inside her.

When the light
cracks
the glass,
shafts of light
splintering

the container,

the darkness
spreads
inky arms,

stretching through,
reaching out/into
everything
she is, she's been, has yet to see

and exits
on pages

needing both dark and light
to come
to be.


© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

11 comments:

Margaret said...

Perfectly poetic - I think you may be describing yourself ;)

Janet Martin said...

Love it. You had me with the title! love this...

and exits
on pages

needing both dark and light
to come
to be.

Brilliant!

brudberg said...

I think the darkness needs the light to come through... and light appears only in darkness.. I think that's exactly why you need poets like yourself.

Magyar said...

"needing both dark and light
to come
to be"
__Pen marks. Your words, and in them a contrary balance that causes awareness; in dry ink, words will march.

a scratch
that sound of pen on paper
dry ink

_m

Anonymous said...

Inky arms. Loved that image!

Tank said...

I love the opening "she was born with a bottle of blue darkness inside her" Truly creative - I really like the imagery!

Wendy Bourke said...

the poetic process - evocatively rendered with a wonderful affective, yet mystical quality. "the darkness spreads inky arms": a soulful, layered line of poetry.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

One of the nicest pieces I have read lately about the process--hope you are well!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Absolutely wonderful bit of self-description. Loved.

Grace said...

I simply adore that blue darkness and these ending:

needing both dark and light
to come
to be.

Gorgeous writing Jennifer ~

janetld said...

How well you've captured the process. I really like the beginning, the ending, and everything in between.