Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Catching Foxes



Hedge the rows
where the birdnote grows,
lark a tune
‘neath the fiddlehead moon,
                             
tip the wine glass,
burn the firegrass,
bellow and croak
at the midnight stroke,

thatch the stormroof,
squall and rainproofed—

and all the other
rhymes and metaphors
it takes to build and protect
something worth something.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


*title taken from Song of Solomon 2:15


sharing with dVerse at OLN

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Cute



i don’t want to be cute!
i hate being adorable!

when you want to
have muscles
and body hair
and drive a car

this is,
to a boy of six
with three older brothers—

a curse.

the curse of cuteness.

ok,
what do you
want to be?

with no hesitation,
all gumption and flash,
the reply: 

scary!

i laugh, and quickly try to stifle it—

because he really means it
and
because
i do

get what he’s saying—

he wants to be taken seriously
around here,

a mustachioed man/ninja/t-rex
to be reckoned with,

even if i do still help him
to put on his belt
and slick down the cowlick
on the back of his head.

i nod,
as somber and intent
as if i am making
a most grave and
solemn vow.

but
just between you and me—

he’s still so cute

it’s scary.




© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


shared at poets united poetry pantry

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

it may not be wildstyle graffiti but…


photo © 2014 jennifer wagner


maybe it’s both

criminal
and an art
the way you scribbled
and scratched
past my walls

with your heart



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner



Photo:  My hubby tried his hand at some love proclamation graffiti—inside our house -ha.  We’re painting the interior walls this week.

*Wildstyle graffiti is a complicated and intricate form of graffiti.


P.S. J hearts I too.  Happy Valentine’s Day!

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!