This Poem Is in Disguise

 

This poem is a bowl of cereal

with mostly milk left inside.

 

This poem smells like sweaty socks.

 

This poem learned how to ride a bike,

pick up a pen, how to read a story,

make scrambled eggs.

 

This poem dented the car with aforementioned bike.

 

This poem broke the upstairs window

with an arrow.

 

This poem left marks on the wall.

 

This poem knows how to shave,

leaves clippings in the sink,

and sometimes wears a beard.

 

This poem still rests its head on my knees.

 

This poem is a bowl of cereal

with mostly milk left inside.

 

This poem sits on the table

making a ring

around my heart.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

Inspired by Sherry’s prompt at What’s Going On?  My poem is inspired by the Boomerang Metaphor form she references but does not adhere to its rules.

Day 23 of NPM

From Day One

 

Ever since

you came by river,

the basket of my belly birthing

 

you and me together,

you to life, me to mother—

 

from day one,

your dreams have been

my very heart’s delight.

 

It’s been nearly thirty years

and I never tire of knowing—

 

tell me, son,

what sings in you today?

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

Poem a Day 22:  write a “tell me” poem

What's Going On? 

 

Ladies of a Certain Age Know What I Mean

 

While I can still rock

a sexy halter top, tastefully, though,

and not too cropped—

 

when that day comes,

ladies of a certain age get the drift,

 

when the question

has turned to when, not if—

it’s off to the thrift to

 

alter top.

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

dVerse Quadrille:  a poem of exactly 44 words including the word “alter" 

Day 21 of NPM