Sunday, February 9, 2014

Haiku Chocolate



lunchtime, snow falls
as we leave the restaurant,
i put my arm through yours
and catch a flake on my tongue

the rich scent of smoking salmon
is carried on the cold, salt air,
as if it were on the ashes
of long-ago village fires
dotting the shore behind us

just a few blocks up from the landing,
and a stroll through the courtyard
past northwest carvings of
lighthouses, natives—
to the red cup cafĂ© and the perfect cup—
and on to mukilteo chocolate co. for dessert

you pull the door open, and i say
“what do you think i should i get?”
you smile—suggestive,
“you can get whatever you want”

over the counter the owner
overhears, teases— “that’s dangerous
to tell a woman in a chocolate shop”

a seated man hears, too “or smart”
he’s right, we all laugh—together,
strangers in a shared moment

“well, i have to get the haiku
dark chocolate, ginger,
hint of wasabi, candied ginger on top—
“i just made triple wasabi,
it’s in the back, i can get you some
“no thanks, i’ll go easy and try this first”

we select some amazing flavors,
sip coffee, look out at the view of the sound,
savoring them, and each other
and all the little things that become
the best kind of poetry



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


Claudia at dVerse has us writing sketchbook poetry.  As she puts it, “poetry that captures a scene — poetry that is immediate and in the moment.”  With my husband’s schedule and the kids off at school we get to take dates midweek, midday sometimes.  It snowed briefly as we left one of our favorite places on Tuesday and it seemed the perfect moment to capture on paper.  And yes, Haiku Chocolate Truffle is delicious!

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Sexploitica


I cue moonlight,
light tealights,

trail petals
to my heart,

but you,
pornblind and hooked,

don’t even know
where to start.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


Pornography addiction, especially via the internet, is a relationship killer.  If you or someone you know is struggling, there is help.  Lots of resources out there, Celebrate Recovery and Pure Desire among them.


Monday, February 3, 2014

XII: The Beaufort Wind Force Scale

oh, you know it’s real.  my neighbor’s window. 
photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner



Twelve basic hues
in the color wheel.

Twelve steps
in recovery.

Twelve inches
in a foot.

Twelve people
on the moon.

Twelve baskets
of fragments.

Twelve days
of Christmas.

Twelve tribes.
Twelve disciples.

Twelve months.
A dozen.

And it’s also

the maximum
wind speed
of a hurricane,

again!


© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


Seahawks and the power of the 12th man win Super Bowl XLVIII!  Check it out:  12th Night: Number Featured in Win.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Estuary



Conifers and
salmon,

seagrass and
shellfish—

where fresh
meets salt,

where the tide
meets the river

in a cocktail
of creation;

a symphony,
if you will,

of the Conductor’s hand
who sets the tempo

and shapes the Sound
I live in.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


For Poetry Jam:  Where You’re At.  Peggy has asked us to write about where we live.  I live in Puget Sound, a beautiful estuary region in Washington State.

Monday, January 27, 2014

Fourteen



Like a classic car,
or old school stuff
that never goes out of style,

like when people say, in admiration,
“they just don’t make ‘em like that anymore”

you

make me grin
and say to myself,

yes, they do.


© 2014 Jennifer Wagner




An instant classic.   
I know, I know, spoken like a Mom.  But what can I say?  I adore the kid.  He celebrated his 14th birthday this weekend.  
Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner










Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Osprey


Osprey



Osprey is hungry—

had the niner,
tattooed and tough,

but that meal wasn’t enough.

So, says he,
it’s off to New York,

feels like I could eat a horse.


© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


Ok, so I am having a bit of fun.  The Seahawks beat the 49ers for the NFC Championship and are going to Superbowl XLVIII to face the Broncos!  The seahawk is another name for the bird of prey the osprey.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Old Otalgia



Compassion’s earache
sits on the tattered couch
worn thin by visitors
who came to get
and seldom returned to give.

Compassion’s earache
sips Pepto-Bismol
straight from the bottle,
waiting for someone
to take her out
for a real drink,
or at least make
her some chamomile,
pop in a DVD,
and rub her feet
once in a while.

Compassion’s earache
has thick-skinned,
broad shoulders
even when we are
too blind to see them droop,
too thin-skinned to care,
and too deaf to hear her
when she calls for us to listen too.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner



I’m back from a little blog-sabbatical and it’s OpenLinkNight at dVerse!

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Sky's Advent (a Fibonacci poem)



Stars
fill
and spill
the black orchid
night streaked silken with shimmering,
all flickering in remembrance of one so small.


© 2013 Jennifer Wagner


Thursday, December 12, 2013

What Flavor are Your Snowflakes?



Remember when
snowflakes
came in our favorite flavors—

running to catch them
on our tongues,
delighted smiles
on our faces?

Mine’s peppermint!
MmmGrandma’s peanut brittle!
I got egg nog!
Cinnamon!

Catching them in our hands,
licking the

dark chocolate-orange,
licorice,
sugar plum
flakes

drifting
and catching in hollows

where mittens
dipped
and
lifted
and
savored

in the perfect snow globe
of our imaginations.

Do you think we’re meant to
carry those wishes
with us
as we grow?
And as we grow,
that they should grow too?

Imagine—

clean water
filling hollows,
a fresh well
for life.

But that’s my flavor,
what’s in your snow globe?





2.5 billion people in the world do not have access to adequate sanitation.  That’s one in three of the world's population.  Poor water/sanitation/hygiene is the second leading cause of death in children under the age of 5 in the world, sub-Saharan Africa being the top affected region.

Statistics and information:

I can’t personally vouch for any of these organizations/charities as far as donations and outcome.  I’m doing research myself for our family to get involved.  Here’s to impacting our world with our dreams.  Happy Holidays!

Monday, December 2, 2013

Bloom & Float




Let’s put our thinking caps on;
we can come up with something—
I’ve always longed for a way to fly.

Somehow I knew
if we picked enough weeds,
cleared enough fallow ground,
we’d bloom and float.

It’s true,
dreams can happen
when another thing dies—
like saying goodbye
is hello to something new
in another tongue.

We just have to remember
to hold on
in the dark
where we’ll finally find—ourselves
above the clouds, among the stars.



© 2013 Jennifer Wagner




A couple of months ago Claudia at dVerse offered us the opportunity to write to the fascinating and inspiring artwork of Catrin Welz-Stein.  I wrote this piece but had never posted it (it was my son’s birthday and a busy time).  So I’ll be submitting it for OpenLinkNight!