Bring me hope
that hasn’t forgotten
that look in my eyes.
Capture
all my longing
long gone
and bring it back
as if you’ve wrestled Leviathan,
stinging nettles,
the inky blackness of your own heart.
Bring it back,
run your hand over it,
as if you cared.
© 2023 Jennifer Wagner
You are such a gifted poet. Brevity with impact is no simple task, though you make it seem so. Thank you for sharing your beautiful work.
ReplyDeleteLIke Jack Gilbert said: love lasts by not lasting. It's here in the gaze that wishes it did.
ReplyDeleteSuch importance in your words, and we need to face that blackness, only then will there be light.
ReplyDeleteSo raw and evocative!
ReplyDeleteI love the brevity and simple structure of this powerful poem, Jennifer, and the idea of capturing long-gone longing and bringing it back ‘as if you’ve wrestled Leviathan, / stinging nettles, / the inky blackness of your own heart’.
ReplyDeleteOh, the yearning! Jennifer, this packs so much in its brevity... beautiful.
ReplyDeletetastes of saudade ~
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