Showing posts with label Nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nature. Show all posts

Thursday, July 18, 2013


You can hear them,
like little ghosts
haunting the air at night,
though we don’t have
the blue note whippoorwill
in our evergreens.

If you’ve ever hummed a dry, lonesome aria
from your own warbling wind struck throat
you can hear them—
in the hollowed out whisper-choke,
strummed endless in black on wet pillowed nights,
haunted and hidden.

Yes, you can hear them, even here,
always, when you’ve known lonely,
so ink-dark and bled deep to bone.

Or maybe they can hear you.

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

At dVerse host Tony Maude has invited us to write to any FFA or MTB prompt they’ve offered in the past.  I chose Victoria Slotto's Literary Allusion.  One of my all time favorite short stories is The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving.  I also love the haunting song Midnight in Montgomery by Alan Jackson.  Each work references the beautifully eerie call of the nightjar bird, the Eastern Whip-poor-will.  I have alluded to each work in my piece.  Happy year 3 dVerse! 

Friday, July 12, 2013


Organic Brandywine Tomato Sprouts

I’m going to buy an orchard
and pick fruit, waving flies away.

I’ll wear a straw hat
and a sleeveless shirt.

I’m going to garden
and bake pies—

thick ones, full of hearty chunks of tart fruit.
And I am going to walk in the evenings,

when it’s still light,
after grilled chicken and sliced tomatoes.

And I’m going to forgive myself
when I remember all the things I never did.

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner


Wednesday, July 10, 2013


Steller's Jay

in silver blue,
sooty crest of charcoal
worn like a thief’s mask, and it’s true,
she will
rob the songbirds’ freshly twigged nests
of eggs and chicks when seeds
and ash berries
run low

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

A butterfly cinquain for Poetry Jam:  A Bird’s Eye View.  I don’t have my own photo of a Steller’s Jay but we see them often around here.  They are beautiful, loud and predatory.  For more about the Steller’s Jay go here. 

Saturday, July 6, 2013


Maybe life, in all its mysteries, is much
like reading a Mary Oliver poem.
It’s not about counting syllables
or forcing rhyme; it’s about
breathing deeply
of woods, of rain,
of blossom, of berry;
and in the words there’s that moment of recognition,
and you know the simple answer—

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

Brian at dVerse has us writing about puzzles!

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Balm (A Butterfly Cinquain)

Photo © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

Speak soft-
petaled twilight
against my shoulders, tanned
and salty, from a day rippling
with sun.
Envelop me, with your mouth, cool
with mint and cucumber,
our purpling kiss,

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

Tuesday, May 21, 2013


My hand in the river
of ice cold water
charges me even as the sun
weaves its warm and dreamy spell.

Cool pebbles bounce in the stream
and I am taken with them,
down, down, down,
and back up again.

Two smiles play on my lips—
contentment and mischief;
and I am sure that, today,
I don’t need more than this.

© 2012 Jennifer Wagner

One year ago today I began this blog and to commemorate I am reposting my very first post.  Thank you to all of you who have visited, read my work, and commented so thoughtfully over this past year.  It has been my pleasure to have been able to cross paths with you and I am looking forward to many more crossings! 

Also, my heart goes out to the people of Oklahoma suffering in the aftermath of yesterday’s devastating tornado.  May recovery be quick.  My thoughts and prayers are with you.  ~ Jen

Linking to dVerse, a most excellent place for poets to connect.