Sunday, August 3, 2014

Firehouse


Our waitress
takes us down
to tour the cellar

added after
they bought the place.

They set it up
for private parties now
at Valentine’s Day.
President Bush (she doesn’t clarify which)
celebrated his birthday here once—she says

—and in
the close space
I contemplate
the smallness
of powerful men.

Up
we walk—
up, up
the staircase
to patrons
clinking glasses
and slicing
into crab encrusted steak.

We imagine
the horses
out back, back in the day,
as lovers
now sit
in the courtyard
sipping cabernet.

Higher,
we roam
the upper level in quiet,
look out onto the street,
the mist
of history
hanging
in the air.

Your voice
a half-whisper of awe,

it must
have been so cool
working out
of a station like this.

We descend
to the door,
to the sidewalk

and rain
greets us, pattering about
like a welcome home.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


Enjoyed our trip to the Chicago area, where my husband was born, to visit family and to celebrate our anniversary and birthdays.
 

Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner
(click link if you want to know more about this historic building)
Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner

 

Friday, August 1, 2014

Slice (Cinquain)


Malnati’s 
photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner


deep dish
vine ripened plum tomatoes
fresh mozzarella and flaky, buttery crust
fork, knifeMalnati’s is a Chicago-style smile in
a slice


© 2014 Jennifer Wagner

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Poème, 16


The Ad Says:  Spirited. Adventurous. Intuitive.

Don’t change, you say,
inspired by the song of love triumphant
and the scent I wore when you first loved me.

You say you like it,
whatever it is,
when I curse myself
for being too much of this
or not enough of that.

And I guess that does about sum it up.

Even when I don’t,
you love me
as I am.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


In a few days my husband and I will celebrate our 16th Anniversary.  Poème is the fragrance I wore back when we first met and is also the title of a work by Amédée-Ernest Chausson which was originally subtitled The Song of Love Triumphant .


Saturday, July 19, 2014

Rant/Dance/Bleed/Fly…at the Poets Pub



Like a sweaty mosh pit?
Well no,
that’s not it,
exactly.

Like a rave?
With neon rainbows and ecstasy?
Nope, not that either.

Something a lot more classy—

or less,
depending on what’s on their minds.

Oh I get it,
like classic
rock ‘n’ roll.

Hmmthat’s good, too—
but no, it’s more than that,
more like
a symphony

of nations, tribes and tongues—
listening
to each other,
tasting
what they have to offer,
learning
there are many ways to rant/dance/bleed/fly.

Yes, yes
that’s more like it.

But
you can still
bring your Bic lighter
and bang your head
in the glow
if you want to.

Because whatever your preference,
they’re playing your song.




© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


Bring your crumpled paper, your scribbled on napkins, your laptops, your tablets for the dVerse Poets Pub 3rd Anniversary Celebration!  Brian and Claudia and the whole staff open the doors and invite any poet, anywhere to share their voice and to listen in.  I’m sure I join others in saying that I owe them a debt of gratitude for all the work and love they put into keeping the Pub going.  And to all the poets who gather there, you have enriched, enlightened, inspired—thank you for sharing your words.  Meet you there!

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Down Deep



a summer rain
a giggle in your sleep

crying, the good kind

the smell of coffee
the first sip

breaking the last of anything
in two
giving away the bigger piece

the end of a good book
the beginning of it

you,
me,
you,
me

tumble,
taste,
tumble,
taste

mango
tangerine
soil
sand
roots

color
color
color


© 2014 Jennifer Wagner

Sunday, July 13, 2014

17 Trillion Is Just a Number



Burst the lock,
release the chain,

we ask for different
but get the same—

save (sell) our souls
in forward exchange.

Our customary currency:
owe the Reserve, owe the Chinese,

bail out you, bail out me,
come one, come all, handouts are “free”!
 
We’ll see who’ll hold the master key
come the year 20-16

and be the next
to blame the wreck

on the last jalopy
presidency.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


For Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  Michael (Grapeling) has provided a list of 10 words for us in which to craft a poem.  I used 5 of the 10 he offered.

and the Poetry Pantry

US Debt Clock:  17 Trillion and Counting

Sunday, July 6, 2014

To a Poet, For a Poem



I listen to the darkness,
the beautiful kind
when the lights are off,
and I close my eyes
and see the last light
burned into my mind.

I sit, in my poetry nook,
in the corner of the room,
in a chair, arms leaning, at rest,
my feet propped.

I listen, listen,
ceiling fan low,
box fan high, pointed toward me
to carry the sound
of the silver crackle
of the millionth star
no less wonderful
than the first.

And it might be yours, the only light
in this dark room tonight.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


For all you beautiful, amazing poets out there.  Thank you.


Wednesday, July 2, 2014

ordinary summer nights


photo © 2014 jennifer wagner


we’ve been
thirsting for this all year—

summer,
when we cut the edges off
with soft flecks
of twilight
that stream
the warm air,
bespeckled with

sprinkler water

            d

     r

o

     p

p

     i

n

     g

to the carefree kiss
of bare toes
that splash and dash

with smiles—
for s’mores,
for watermelon,
for staying up late

but mostly
for each other,

to share
the extra-
ordinary
sparkle with




© 2014 Jennifer Wagner



Sunday, June 22, 2014

tilt the semi-axis (in cinquain)


Glasshouse at Chihuly Garden and Glass – Seattle, WA
Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner




ice cold
lemonade—the
kind to make you pucker
the scent of fresh-mown grass, ahhh it’s
summer


© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


Just for fun for Poets U (Midweek Motif:  The Longest/Shortest Day, Solstice and Poetry Pantry).  Happy Summer!

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Scrapbooks and Fireworks



Summer’s kisses past
are in my dresser—

caresses pressed
between pages
like petals.

A thousand moonlights
are in my closet,

and wished upon stars

s          p          r          i           n         k          l           e

s          p          a          r          k          l           e          s

in a box on the shelf.

But summer nights,
and moonlights,
and stars—
like night lilies,
like fireworks,

are best
in their living,
bursting
moment

like you,

here & now, owning
me

with more than just a memory.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner