Saturday, February 16, 2013


She keeps her freaks
by cheeky grin.

I listen,
not listening, again.

I am no novice, as may seem,
to pretty words in stunning hue
even if the eyes of which
are broken-marble blue.

There are no true heartbeats
in her Smashbox made up sheen,
and pseudo-Fendi bag of

when all she wants
is you.

And you,
and you,
and you.

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

Liebster Blog Award

Poet Chhavi Vatwani who writes at Sour Lemons and Tequila awarded me the Liebster Blog Award recently.  Some busy times around here with a house full of sickies and what not but I wanted to make mention and thank her for thinking of me and allowing me to accept honorarily—she is sweeter than Banoffee pie (her favorite, by the way).  Thank you Chhavi!

Thursday, February 14, 2013

We Said

you said,
no one ever believed in you quite like me

you said,
you found the seashell as you ran on the beach

and kept it in your pocket
to give it to me

you said,
i made you want to lay down

on the tracks of a speeding locomotive
and beg for my love

i said,

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

For Ian.  I was made to believe in you…15 years.  I still have the shell.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Fairy Tale, Ending

Brush my mind
with ticklings of innocence;

I’ve since passed them
sinking in the quicksand

of want;

disclosing destroyed
and heaving parts,

the remnants of ugliness
from connubial war.

our most real selves

are painfully owning all of it, even
the gaps so richly fabled when it suited.

Cleverly cloaked
in our reckless game of moth-eaten promise;

the bearers of bad news
always held their tongue.  They all knew their fate,

when veracity
was so uncomely.

Solemn workers of the gallows have finally come
to set the masqueraders free.

It’s a ghastly job to examine the photo
pulled from the frame

when the lies were just so pretty.

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

Apparently I am indefinite article deficient.  I'm sorry if you read this post before I made the fix on the third to last line.  I'm going to blame it on the flu.  I'll be linking up at dVerse Poets Pub for OpenLinkNight tomorrow!

Friday, February 8, 2013

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Postcard 77

i had just turned six when
Elvis died
my mom with her long, dark hair
and my aunt, blonde and long too—

sat out on the steps
with their friends
and their short shorts, sobbing;
Tab and real Pepsi
in the bottle
Virginia Slims between the index
and middle

i watched,
barefoot in the warm shade;
topaz eyes full and wide,
little legs tan; and tendril-bleached,
umber hair, wild—

even i knew i wouldn’t  forget
where i was that day
when i heard
‘Are You Lonesome Tonight’
in the background
and cried too

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

Sliding in to link up with the amazing poets at dVerse Poets Pub for OpenLinkNight.

revised 2.6.13

Saturday, February 2, 2013

First Blush

cherry lip gloss
in pale pink wish for spring
a light breeze bringing blossom thoughts
of you

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

My adapted offering for the Weekend Mini-challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where Marian has challenged us to write a Cinquain; a form of poetry created by American poet Adelaide Crapsey.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Red-winged Blackbird's Funeral

Red-winged Blackbird, Wikimedia Commons

The sky played a trick,
impeding my flight—
dealing my doom.

The worm did not cry,
escaping to the depths
of a joyous homecoming.

Faces in the sky
of my sunset
held their breaths for me,

but brains
do not re-enter skulls;
and trash bags become funerary.

At least
I do not die alone
and without mourners.

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

For Peggy’s prompt at Poetry Jam where the prompt is to write from the perspective of an animal.  This incident happened a couple of weeks ago.  A red-winged blackbird flew into our picture window so forcefully it could not recover.  The worm in its beak fell out and crawled away.  The bird, though so fatally wounded, struggled heartily. My boys were mostly fascinated by the scene and the science of it all.  But as the only female in a household of boys and men, it tore my heart a bit. 

Monday, January 28, 2013


a murderous
winter passion
held its icy grip

on juicy melons,

the blood
of raspberries
stained her fingertips

and mouth, lost
in strawberry sublime

found every drop
of juice
every seed


Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner
My smoothie obsession/therapy continues...

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Emily (Hope Kicks)

when you need it

if you must
scream (it’s unfair)
swear (every word you can think of)
snot running,
mascara flowing
down your chin
allow it
for one hour
or one day
eat chocolate
eat the cake
the whole damn thing
pity party
like there’s no tomorrow
if that’s what it takes
and then
you get up       



big girl
get off the floor

it won’t let you stay there

when you need it

reminds you
it is the thing
with feathers

and wings that sing
your truth to you
when you’ve forgotten
how to fly        

Copyright 2013 Jennifer Wagner

Inspired by my all time favorite poem by Emily Dickinson, “Hope” is the thing with feathers.