Showing posts with label Street Musician. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Street Musician. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

war for me

my brokenness has borne
the fruit
of a thousand sorrows

piece by piece by piece
piercing by piercing by piercing
arrows of unlove
to become

what can only be
by the man of sorrows

acquainted with grief
my grief

in love’s long-suffering war

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

“Love is a long-suffering war.” –Janet Martin, poet extraordinaire

Note:  over at dVerse the prompt is to write a secret admirer poem and since my poem is a bit similar to the guidelines of the prompt offered I wanted to make mention of it--though I didn’t write it in response.

Friday, February 6, 2015

Gather Round

Harmonica in hand, fedora tipped,
he sits
on the curb
at Pike Place,
           a glass at his side.

I don't question
what's in it,
I don't judge.

He lifts metal to mouth,
we tune out, but--

like the President
in a State of the Union Address
after tragedy to the nation,

the street
becomes his,
all ears
to the tomcat

and we come,
we come.

© 2015 Jennifer Wagner