Poet Laundry

Poetry by Jennifer Wagner. From grit to sparkle.

Showing posts with label Being Carefree. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being Carefree. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Meadowdance

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Indian Paintbrush, Flickr Indian paintbrush and velvet rose, a butterfly kiss on my cheek, on my toes— color me summe...
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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Childhood

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My hand in the river of ice cold water charges me even as the sun weaves its warm and dreamy spell. Cool pebbles bounce in th...
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Sunday, November 25, 2012

In Winter's Sights

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she placed snowshoes on the mountain, a shine to the lips of heaven in a musical crunching of white with peek-a-boo pine cones ...
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Friday, October 19, 2012

Puddle

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raindrops puddle bouncing i want to play too Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner recuerda mi corazon  
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Monday, June 25, 2012

Spring Canzonet

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The peonies danced perfectly; with each windshake perfumed heads sprinkled sweet dew to the soil. For a moment she longed to be ...
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Monday, May 21, 2012

Wistfully Whimsical

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Childhood My hand in the river of ice cold water charges me even as the sun weaves its warm and dreamy spell. Cool pebbles b...
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Wife. Mom. Poems. Orange blossoms. Cacti. Palm trees. I believe you are a blessing and have a story worth hearing.
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