macaw

 

i am scarlet-robed, feathersoft,

and blue sapphire tonight

 

i am hollowed, fragments—

beak, claw and bone

 

i am birdnote, and call sign

and song-light, tonight

 

will take whispers, sweet nothings,

morsels from your hand,

 

just nestle me shoulder-tight,

be my soft place to land

 

 

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dVerse q: bird

 

photo © jennifer wagner

 

fear not, for we’re just poems—

 

 

rubbed together in a pocket,

rattling

 

smallish and fierce,

davidic—

 

or, too, like pieces of cloud

puffy-white against a blanket of oh-so-baby-tear-drop blue

 

or, a drip-draping of grayish snow,

just a tad cranky, only a touch ominous

 

or rising

like the sun, or a siren, yea high and heralding—

 

costa’s hummers and pink fairy dusters

and other such underestimated beautiful mayhem

 

 

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dVerse poetics: turn of phrase

 

photo © jennifer wagner

winter cheer

 

 

punxsutawney phil

said there’ll be more winter chill—

 

but around here

there’s winter cheer and (root)beer,

 

tell that mole—

‘cause hawks are going to the super bowl

 

 

© 2026 jennifer wagner

 

poetic bloomings #580: relative cold

 

photo © ian wagner