Monday, April 7, 2014

Paper Mosaics



image by cohdra

 

Poems are
stained paper mosaics,

words
picked up
on the journey,
dismantled proverbs
set

in the window glass
of personal palaces
and in the stepping stones
of personal ghettos;

broken tile stories
crafted

with more blood
than it looks.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


Happy National Poetry Month!

Friday, April 4, 2014

In Memory

photo © 2014 jennifer wagner


what is found
when we are
broken down
to remnants, to debris?

mementos,
photos,
things we treasured,
things we valued?

as i read the names
of the lost and missing
my tongue
tasting

each   L
each   I
each   F
each   E
           
i gulp
tears
and time

91 years
71 years
69, 67, 66, 65, 64, 63, 61, 60 years
59, 58, 55, 53, 52 years
49, 47, 45, 41 years
36, 35, 31 years
23, 21 years
19 years
14 years
13 years
6 years
5 years
4 years
2 years
4 months

how quickly, each,
in a moment’s breath,
like the morning fog,
gone—

to be summed up
not by things
but by those who cared,
who knew what made them
more than mist.


© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


As of today there are 30 people confirmed dead and 17 still missing in the landslide in Oso.  I tried to get all the ages of victims down here (some victims were the same age, of course); my apologies for any I have missed.
                                                                                                                              
The team my husband is on will hand the baton to the next set of searchers and will likely be able to come home tomorrow for much needed rest.  We haven’t seen him since he left to be a part of the search but we have been able to talk.  He has some heartbreaking and amazing stories.




Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Mark



I bore your neurotoxic carvings
straight-razored
into my skin,
nerve endings dangling, exposed,
until I transformed
into something
even I
no longer recognized.


© 2014 Jennifer Wagner

 

Friday, March 28, 2014

Sakura

Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner


Spring’s love note comes
like riotous femininity
sipping pink champagne
and throwing her head back
saying, “catch me,
if you can.”



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


For Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Artistic Interpretations with Margaret – Flowers.  Cherry blossoms say “spring” to me.  So glad to see them!

Thursday, March 27, 2014

friend


photo © 2014 jennifer wagner


extra treats,
longer hugs.

laryngeal paralysis
& age
are taking you
into
the next phase.

we mentally
try to hear
the future

empty
of hefty paws
padding the floor,
and your bones
groaning
with the creaking of the stairs.

we say things like:

remember when he stole that entire ham?
           
we’ll never have another dog
like him.
           
he’s happy;
he’s had a good life.
           
i want to be the one to dig his grave,
when you know,
“it”
comes.

your slow-wag tail,
your chocolate eyes
melt us

and each of us
searches
for how
we can learn to say,

do svidaniya, drug.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


I’ve been working on this one for a while.  Too emotional.  Our big, mellow Labrador, Druke, is 13 years old and the signs are all there.  “Druke” is how we spell his name, pronounced “drug/droogk” meaning “friend” in Russian.

до свидания, друг