Soar

Yes, little one,

there are mountains.

And storms.

And rain.

But, oh, the

berries,

nectar,

sky.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

For Poets United Midweek Motif

The Wedding Gift

The chime is engraved

with a lighthouse,

a harbor,

a ship on the sea.

It hangs from the eaves

above our deck

and has, for nearly

seventeen years,

sprinkled its tune

at every house

we've called home.

It fell

            once,

in a major storm,

was never broken, but

lay serenely

at our feet

waiting--

ready to give light, melody.

And though

I tire of wind,

of storms,

it's taught me to listen,

             hope,

                       trust light

and

play on.

© 2015 Jennifer Wagner

For dVerse Poetics

Resurgences (2 tenWords)

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winter garden

tiny grave beds

(tu)lips are whispering,

“come, spring”

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tracing her scars

like braille, mouthing,

I

lived

to

tell

© 2015 Jennifer Wagner

For dVerse, the tenWord, a form created by Brian Miller.

Like Snowdrops

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Ice blood

thickens, congeals

with spindly fingers

stretching across winter’s skin.

We bear the marks,

troublesome, melancholic,

after a year of sidetracked seasons,

of storms.  But wait

for hope

to spring, reveal

what in the dark

can grow.

© 2014 Jennifer Wagner

  

For Imaginary Garden with Real Toads