Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts

Thursday, April 23, 2020

Lift (For My Son)


And this, my very heart,

is the weight of water
like blood
bending the blooms,

smoke and mist graying tulips,
ash on butterflies’ wings.

My very heart! We bury
our dead selves
swollen but dry,
and in this come alive—the lift

in rain
and rain and rain again.

My very heart, see!
Instead of the weight, the gray, the ash—

the bloom,
the color,
the wings.


© 2020 Jennifer Wagner

Thursday, August 29, 2019

Soon: Spiders



Dalí looks at me
from across the room,
time melting as if exhausted
from the heat.

That look: like puppy dog eyes
pleading for a shift in the breeze.

But, no, I say,
don’t do that to me.
The darkness is coming,
so damp and rich I can taste it.

And soon:
spiders.


© 2019 Jennifer Wagner


Reference:  Salvador Dalí's clocks in The Persistence of Memory.