Showing posts with label Fire Service. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fire Service. Show all posts

Monday, February 10, 2025

desert gypsy

 

her gypsy soul

trills in the desert sunrise

after groaning

a midnight whale song—

deep thrumming

heard even in the boughs

of high-up palms

waving their burnt-black sails

after pillage and storm—

her song a zing, whistling light,

when her pirate’s come safely home

 

 

© 2025 jennifer wagner

 

a q44 for dVerse:  zing


Thursday, April 16, 2015

Upon Departure


He calls to say
he'll be late:

had a D.O.A.
at shift change

(paperwork still to be completed,
tasks to be checked off).

And I can't help but think
that is
how it is,

for the lady who succumbed,
for the sister, now, who had been taking care of her,
for each of us

one day.

Shift.

Change.



© 2015 Jennifer Wagner



Sunday, January 18, 2015

after the long hours


write me a song
with your eyes
like you do

hang up your helmet,
your axe,

come
home
to
me


© 2015 Jennifer Wagner


Image © 2015 Jennifer Wagner


Two tenWord poems. Over at dVerse this week we were offered to play with the tenWord form. These two can be read together as one little love poem.


For Ian,
for Poets U,
and for all the spouses of firefighters...may the hours quicken!

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Light, Interrupted



In one season
life can

bury
its own color,

cover
every inch of ground

in death
brewed from

an age-old
malady,

leave the path covered
with skyjacked shadows

of nearly
three thousand

who died from the spread
of the disease—

but as shadows
are

light interrupted,
they are not then, nor now,

light forgotten.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner






Sunday, August 3, 2014

Firehouse


Our waitress
takes us down
to tour the cellar

added after
they bought the place.

They set it up
for private parties now
at Valentine’s Day.
President Bush (she doesn’t clarify which)
celebrated his birthday here once—she says

—and in
the close space
I contemplate
the smallness
of powerful men.

Up
we walk—
up, up
the staircase
to patrons
clinking glasses
and slicing
into crab encrusted steak.

We imagine
the horses
out back, back in the day,
as lovers
now sit
in the courtyard
sipping cabernet.

Higher,
we roam
the upper level in quiet,
look out onto the street,
the mist
of history
hanging
in the air.

Your voice
a half-whisper of awe,

it must
have been so cool
working out
of a station like this.

We descend
to the door,
to the sidewalk

and rain
greets us, pattering about
like a welcome home.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


Enjoyed our trip to the Chicago area, where my husband was born, to visit family and to celebrate our anniversary and birthdays.
 

Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner
(click link if you want to know more about this historic building)
Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner