From a Silk Hat

Sometimes I pull these poems

out of the hat of my heart—

 

black coffee, moonlight,

a silver-tipped spear.

 

Take what you will of them,

they’re mine to give—all or none. 

 

Like this one.

Darling rabbit, unfrantic, and

 

soul-bounce away, less fretful

of time’s sand already swept away

 

by gravity through finger-roots,

filling up the bottom

 

of the hourglass.  Now see this.

New soil.

 

Lift, flip,

start again.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

Poetic Bloomings:  Endless

Treescape

What Lies Beneath – Vandy Massey

Let all the dry and brittle

fall away,

you’ll green again.

I’ll climb you in summer,

hidden,

speaking poetry

to my own ears,

remembering the taste

of my own name,

letting all the dry and brittle

fall away,

to green again.

© 2014 Jennifer Wagner

For Sunday’s Featured Artist:  Vandy Massey at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads