Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Catch and Release

Carillon Point
Photo © 2019 Jennifer Wagner

It wasn’t the briny olives,
the creamy fromage.
It wasn’t the tender duck confit.

It wasn’t even the cascade
of twilight on harbored boats
on which we imagined
ourselves adventuring.

It was you, in your fisherman sweater,
blue-green eyes sparkling,
hooking deep to give me back
my heart and bones,

returning all my loss, tossed
in the fracturing, titanic wind,
holding me to my dreams
and why I’d dreamt them.

© 2019 Jennifer Wagner

Thursday, December 14, 2017

An Invitation

Photo © 2017 Ian Wagner

are not safe.

They’re risky.

If you take one for a walk
you might start to think differently
about life, or death, or something,

and you might not like thinking


What does this mean, you say,
as if I need
another question
I can’t answer . . .

and so avoid the poem
and the heart of it.

True poems
have one
no matter what they tell you—

a poem is a creature
ready to pounce
or lay at your feet
licking your toes—like life


and not so bad after all.

© 2017 Jennifer Wagner

For dVerse OpenLinkNight…and an invitation to check out the new dVerse Anthology, Chiaroscuro, available on Amazon (I have a poem in there, too).