Thursday, June 1, 2017

The Gift



Sand shifts
this brittle, black driftwood mood

out to the inhaling sea
with a booming, insulting sneer,

carrying footprints of poems
I’ve neglected to write in the sting-crash of time.

But I won’t hear,
captivated watching you,

my favorite sanderlings,
prying open shells, beaks gleaming,

etching me poems,
wing tips in the sand.



© 2017 Jennifer Wagner


for my sons



26 comments:

  1. Watching nature just getting on with things is a balm for all the rest.

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  2. I like this poem very much, Jennifer, especially the lines:
    'carrying footprints of poems
    I’ve neglected to write in the sting-crash of time' and

    'my favorite sanderlings,
    prying open shells, beaks gleaming,

    etching me poems,
    wing tips in the sand'.

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  3. "wing tips in the sand" is testament to poetry all around, and how blessed you are to sense it.

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  4. Carrying footprints of poems...

    barefoot summer when it's best.

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  5. Ah, so many moments "lost in the sting/crash of time". Better spent watching "wingtips in the sand". Beautiful write!

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  6. Love how nature etches your poems,
    wing tips in the sand. Beauty of the inhaling sea ~

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  7. Lovely - you captured a moment most beautifully.

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  8. "The inhaling sea" is very perfect

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  9. etching me poems,
    wing tips in the sand.

    Gorgeous!!

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  10. A nicely written poem, well done.

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  11. Oh yes, I felt the unwritten words etched into the sand. Splendid. xo Mother Wintermoon

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  12. Magically worded and nice come back to those waves. (but wait - aren't those shells gift of the sea)

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  13. "...etching me poems, wing tips in the sand." Love the ending of your poem. Just wonderful!

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  14. A beautifully rendered - wonderfully worded - piece. I love the feeling of a 'pause' being taken to remind oneself of life's gifts.

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  15. There have been poems written in sand for the wind to blow away - this nearly was one of them!

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  16. So sorry, unexpected visitors last night have made me rather late in responding to your piece. But always enjoy coming here - always such a deliciously created sense of longing in your work.

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  17. Like everyone else, I'm caught by "footprints of poems". Very nice.

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  18. This is excellent, Jennifer.
    I especially like the opening two couplets and this line: "...I’ve neglected to write in the sting-crash of time"

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  19. A very beautiful poem....each line creates visual images...!

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  20. Angst is washed away and words flow with sight of favorite sanderlings...lovely poetry on their wingtips!

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  21. Oh! This shifted so beautifully!

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  22. I love all the sounds, such as "Sand shifts this brittle, black driftwood mood." And I love the surprising shift to the beautiful last part. The perfect poems for a mother, I suspect: wing tips etched by her sanderlings.

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  23. Footprints of poems...I love this on so many levels.

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  24. I love how you capture little pieces of our life with your words, reading your poetry always makes me smile!

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  25. sting-crash of time.

    damn. wish I'd written this. ~

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