Hawthorn berries (Crataegus monogyna)
Image: Wikimedia Commons
you’re not
supposed to speak softly
in feather light whispers
at my throat
language foreign
to a scrap like me
my mini-heart flutters
in its hummingbird bones
afraid it might learn how to
cherish me too
Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner
*Note: Hawthorn berries, flowers and leaves are used as an herbal medicine in the treatment of heart and cardiovascular ailments.
Written for dVerse Poetics where Fred Rutherford has us
keeping it brief!
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Showing posts with label Healing. Show all posts
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Saturday, March 2, 2013
Your Tonic Like Hawthorn
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Emily (Hope Kicks)
hope
kicks
you
when you need it
if you must
cry
scream (it’s unfair)
swear (every word you can think of)
snot running,
mascara flowing
down your chin
allow it
for one hour
or one day
eat chocolate
eat the cake
the whole damn thing
pity party
like there’s no tomorrow
if that’s what it takes
and then
you get up
Get
Up
big girl
get off the floor
it won’t let you stay there
hope
kicks
you
when you need it
reminds you
it is the thing
with feathers
and wings that sing
your truth to you
when you’ve forgotten
how to fly
Copyright 2013 Jennifer Wagner
Inspired by my all time favorite poem by Emily Dickinson, “Hope” is the thing with feathers.
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