Yabba Dabba Doo

 

Photo © Jennifer Wagner

Yabber-yabber, do

bird,

it’s no ordinary thing

to hang a song in a tree,

to make a valentine of music,

sweet songbird,

on the vine.

 

Here I am

all blush and flush and flutter,

raptured full and giddy,

on your golden, wild wine.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

 

Again for Shay's word garden word list (still open for linking):  flutter, giddy, golden, wild, yabber-yabber, and for Dora's dverse poetics reimagining (closed/too late for linking).

 

Photo:  French horn hanging from a tree at the DeGrazia Gallery in the Sun.

Communion

Sun, sliced in half—

juice and pulp and seeds exposed

by knife blade.

 

A sip of citrus blood

sugars my tongue

and I toss the hull away.

 

My requirements for the day

met: I laugh, belly deep, I dance

inappropriately,

 

I drink this

forgiving sun

into my fraying bones

 

and forget the upset

apple cart where I’ve piled up

all my shame.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

 

Dora has us reimagining something familiar or habitual with our poems over at dVerse.

 

Wild Shasta

 

She attracts butterflies,

prefers full sun,

can tolerate just a bit of shade.

 

Her purity, innocence, simplicity

offset her deep, dark

evergreen.

 

She lives once, but on

and on, hardy angel,

of your dreams.

 

Keep her as the apple

of your eye, your sugar toast,

with coffee and tea.

 

For at her center is your sun,

golden and buttery—and from it

spokes of snowy white

which light your day

 

and your night

with cheerful bloom

which blossoms when cupped

just enough

 

for her to land

budding in

your strong and rain-soft hand.

 

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

The word garden word list (dream, golden, wild).  This is my second offering.  We’ll see if Ms. Fireblossom allows extra credit. 

 

Shasta daisies are my favorite flower.  My husband called me “sugar toast” this morning, ha.  So, this poem.