Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 31, 2016


Image © 2016 Jennifer Wagner


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

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,

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


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
in a major storm,

was never broken, but
lay serenely
at our feet

ready to give light, melody.

And though
I tire of wind,
of storms,
it's taught me to listen,
                       trust light
play on.

© 2015 Jennifer Wagner

Saturday, February 21, 2015

the best bouquet

smells like
            of glue

stuck to
            red tissue paper
green pipe cleaners

in a chubby fist

just below


© 2015 Jennifer Wagner

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

semper augustus

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
like lace and pearls
by the bed, on the floor
come morning

is found,
           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 17th century ($5,700 for a single bulb!).