Carillon
Point
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© 2019 Jennifer Wagner
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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
18 comments:
Hey Jen, glad to 'see' you again.
This is a poem of hope, and clear-sightedness ~
What a beautiful and enchanting coming back Jen. Such beautiful images! Love it.
Jennifer a lovely poem
This heart-tugging and filled with hope. Lovely to see you Jennifer. Hope all is well.
Hi Jen. I am so happy to see you in this space again! I have missed you. I hope you are well. xo
It was you...how wonderful. That a person can give such hope and renewal to a heart.
Lovely poem. I especially like the last 2 stanzas. Thanks for sharing. :)
So beautiful! Everyone needs moments like these.
I like the energy and flow of your poem. Good title for it!
Jade Li @http://tao-talk.com
Great poem! l love the ending lines!
So gently romantic :)
Very lovely moment and poem!
Nice lines about "hooking deep to give me back
my heart and bones".
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.
Would that we all can find that special someone to hold us "to our dreams and why we dreamt them". Beautiful.
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.
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.
gorgeous!nice to read your words again!
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