Sunday, June 30, 2024

Divide/d

 

I lie awake

as if disturbed by some

unremembered dream,

listening for sound.

 

Raindrops, a cricket against the pane,

a far-off haboob stirring in the wind.

 

The air is thick and peppery

as I slip outside

past dark, before midnight.

 

Some spent petunia petals

have turned to powder

on the patio

making outlines

around their veins

like burst fireworks.

 

The wind tousles

the chime

sprinkling me with music.

 

My bones dance within me,

stirring the stew of this poem.

 

I miss you. 

The moon is cold comfort

and my palms

never reach that far.

 

 

© 2024 Jennifer Wagner

 

Poetic Bloomings

2 comments:

  1. Now I have "Missing You" by the Babys in my head. I love the distant storm, the desiccated pansies, the wakefulness and the sense of someone not present but present nonetheless.

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  2. Wow. I’m speechless. I’d say more but your work speaks for itself. Keep it coming!

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