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Poetry by Jennifer Wagner. From grit to sparkle.
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Love
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Love
.
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Tuesday, May 31, 2016
abloom
Image © 2016 Jennifer Wagner
flowers
are for falling
like i do
into you,
knee-deep and
head over—
for healing
winter’s ragged,
jagged bones
and just
to make you smile
© 2016 Jennifer Wagner
Sunday, February 14, 2016
(In the) Mood
so much depends
upon
the spill of water
warm in the basin
the tumble-soft
tones of Coltrane
from another room
the smooth glide
of your hand
upon my hip
so much depends,
really,
on the flip
of my hair
© 2016 Jennifer Wagner
Written for
Fireblossom Friday
--taking the opening lines of William Carlos Williams' poem The Red Wheelbarrow (“so much depends upon”) and crafting our own poem.
Late and linking to
Poetry Pantry
, too.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
A Love Poem Should Be Spent
When you write a love poem
on the palm of your hand,
the kind that's meant to stick,
and blow it away
like a kiss,
if it returns
on wings, crispy-black,
falls like St. Helens' ash,
that's when you'll know
it worked.
© 2015 Jennifer Wagner
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
The Poem I Choose Today
In the wild wood
there are poems everywhere:
forest grouse, bright berries, late blossoms,
little sounds our feet make
on the undergrowth.
In the streets
there are poems, poems everywhere:
cigarette butts, Christmas lights, hurried voices,
the scent of roasted beans
wafting from coffee bars.
But here beside you,
tangled breaths
like drenching rain,
are more.
© 2015 Jennifer Wagner
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
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Photo
© 2015 Jennifer Wagner
If smiles light up rooms,
yours lights up a thousand
rooms in my heart-dark-need
for such a beacon.
Yours, my own little
prince of peace.
Yours, my own little
light of the world.
© 2015 Jennifer Wagner
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
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
Saturday, February 21, 2015
the best bouquet
smells like
globs
of glue
stuck to
crumpled
red tissue paper
on
green pipe cleaners
held
in a chubby fist
just below
a
look-what-i-made-for-you
grin
© 2015 Jennifer Wagner
poets u
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
semper augustus
semper augustus,
wikimedia commons
like
a garnet-streaked tulip, valentine,
in a field of daffodils
more yellow
than the newborn springtime sun
more welcome
than my favorite denim, softest sweater,
my cowgirl boots
and, seeming
lost
like lace and pearls
by the bed, on the floor
come morning
is found,
rare
and flaming,
between us
© 2015 Jennifer Wagner
a little bit of a late valentine...smiles. for ian.
the semper augustus was the most rare and valuable tulip at the height of tulipomania in the 17
th
century ($5,700 for a single bulb!).
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