When you found me
I was face up in snow,
crows pecking my neck,
my voice box removed
in bloody clumps around me,
my eyes staring straight up
at clouds meant for someone else’s rain.
But you
enclosed my hand around a lightning bolt
and I stood up—
my voice a thunderclap
scattering dark birds to the storm-crackled sky.
© 2024 Jennifer Wagner
dVerse MTB: Ars Poetic Revisited
Strong, creative, full of life. I love your voice.
ReplyDeleteWow! What a rising! It's biblical!
ReplyDelete". . . my eyes staring straight up
ReplyDeleteat clouds meant for someone else’s rain"
And Poetry provides such a powerful voice it made the rain your own. I love it! The images here capture the need for and the strength of your poetry. Bravo!
Poetry is healing, deliverance and so much more. This poem is so beautiful.
ReplyDeletemy voice a thunderclap
ReplyDeletescattering dark birds to the storm-crackled sky... beautiful..love the imagery and the close...
Wow, Jennifer, this poem is so full of power. Your closing stanza is amazing.
ReplyDeleteYes - I love that line - "my voice a thunderclap" - Great work and i love this.
ReplyDelete"But you
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and I stood up—"....This is the work of poetry. Wow! One could feel the power and the throbbing life force in your words, Jennifer.
Poetry gives one strength to stand up and carry on.
ReplyDeleteI love the tag "minstrelsy." You, too, are a minstrel of the dawn.
ReplyDelete"my voice a thunderclap"--- May it always be so!!
ReplyDeleteEpic, Jennifer, the heart and soul of it: revealing the power that poetry gives to live, breathe, and have a voice again, but one that scatters the devourers of the soul to the winds.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful share. Love that "my voice a thunderclap". A powerful reminder of our words.
ReplyDeleteThe initial image brings back the thought of your poetry as a life-saving matter...
ReplyDeleteThe image in the opening lines is surprising, Jennifer, and made me sit up, read closer. I love how you directed my eye into the sky ‘at clouds meant for someone else’s rain’ – and then surprised me again with a lightning bolt and a defiant thunderclap ‘scattering dark birds to the storm-crackled sky’.
ReplyDeleteYes, startling imagery here...glad you found your voice, Jennifer!
ReplyDeleteArising like a phoenix - I love that you have your voice - Jae
ReplyDelete"It" really got you! "Show me a poem not neurodivergent and I'll show you someone who isn't a poet" I read on substack recently. I felt so bad for the gods whose company we so employ and enjoy while taking verbal posession of our fleeting world.
ReplyDeleteDown in the dumps, a poem can be your picker upper, surely
ReplyDeleteNice one, Jennifer
Thanks for dropping by my blog
Much love
And your strong voice becomes your poems. Wonderful, Jennifer!
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