Sugar

Street Posts, Seattle, WA.  Image © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

 

 

when your spindles turned

to char-

coal,

you wiped your eye-

lashes

and turned your hair crimson, cocoa,

blonde, black

melting in the freeze;

you, a candy in the dish,

purple and licked,

true confections on the tip

of your tongue

giving kisses

cold-

er than

they’ve draw you

in the lines

of your cheekbones

and jaw-

dropping curves

the ones

 no one keeps

past

yesterday

but still

you try to be, to do

everything they want

turning bucks

and, when honest, at your heart,

feel something

you’ve heard

is akin to love

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

 

Bucking Winter

spring horsetails

even john wayne

can’t tame ‘em

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

For Carpe Diem: horsetails.  Celebrating my 100th post, and since I am a cowgirl at heart this is perfect. :-)

There Go I, Dancing Broken

she said

she was drying out

and needed to get clean

i just held her hand

as she wept

holding her hair back

while she threw up

nearly 20 years

of the most hideous

and sobering regrets

and, like natural childbirth,

there is not much you can do

but be there

while she learns how

to nurture a new life beyond it

and remind her

even if you’re walking broken

you can learn how to dance again

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

For Laurie's prompt at Poetry Jam:  Poetry of Dance.  And for Poets United:  The Poetry Pantry.