Tuesday, May 2, 2023

my hipparchus


mapping the stars

on my back

you don’t ask me

for anything—


and let me cry

to forget what’s happened

between now

and the last good year


you don’t ask

for anything—so i can

remember how

to give the stars their names again



© 2023 Jennifer Wagner


for dverse quadrille #175:  craft a poem in exactly 44 words using some form of the word “map”



De Jackson said...

Oh, Jennifer. This is simply breathtaking. That last line! Just stunning!

Helen said...

Bittersweet and beautiful ~~~~

brudberg said...

I love the way you describe such loss, the time between, and that stunning end... maybe we cannot pretend that we have any stars to name...

Tank said...

One of my favorites. I can feel the ache, passion and story. Wonderful.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Deep, and lovely.

Fireblossom said...

To convey so much in so few words is your rare skill.

JadeLi said...

delicate yet so powerful. that's the kind of friend to have. one who is there but not intrusive

Grace said...

Beautiful and heartfelt writing. So happy to read you again.