Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Catch and Release

Carillon Point
Photo © 2019 Jennifer Wagner

It wasn’t the briny olives,
the creamy fromage.
It wasn’t the tender duck confit.

It wasn’t even the cascade
of twilight on harbored boats
on which we imagined
ourselves adventuring.

It was you, in your fisherman sweater,
blue-green eyes sparkling,
hooking deep to give me back
my heart and bones,

returning all my loss, tossed
in the fracturing, titanic wind,
holding me to my dreams
and why I’d dreamt them.

© 2019 Jennifer Wagner


grapeling said...

Hey Jen, glad to 'see' you again.

This is a poem of hope, and clear-sightedness ~

Rajesh said...

What a beautiful and enchanting coming back Jen. Such beautiful images! Love it.

Unknown said...

Jennifer a lovely poem

Grace said...

This heart-tugging and filled with hope. Lovely to see you Jennifer. Hope all is well.

ayala said...

Hi Jen. I am so happy to see you in this space again! I have missed you. I hope you are well. xo

tonispencer said...

It was wonderful. That a person can give such hope and renewal to a heart.

Arcadia Maria said...

Lovely poem. I especially like the last 2 stanzas. Thanks for sharing. :)

H. Hennenburg said...

So beautiful! Everyone needs moments like these.

ms_lili said...

I like the energy and flow of your poem. Good title for it!
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Dwight L. Roth said...

Great poem! l love the ending lines!

Jane Dougherty said...

So gently romantic :)

phillipkscott said...

Very lovely moment and poem!

Frank Hubeny said...

Nice lines about "hooking deep to give me back
my heart and bones".

Kim M. Russell said...

A sparkling poem, Jennifer. I love the scene you word-painted of the ‘cascade of twilight on harbored boats’ and the fishing theme in third stanza.

indybev said...

Would that we all can find that special someone to hold us "to our dreams and why we dreamt them". Beautiful.

D.C. Lutz said...

This is such a solid poem, Jennifer. Detailed yet dreamy and you gave no more than what was needed. Leaves me smiling about the future of that moment.

Tank said...

A beautiful poem that captures that wonderful evening and so much more. You should know that I've always thought it was you as well.

Janet Martin said...

gorgeous!nice to read your words again!