by Jennifer Wagner
when all the shapes of dreams
flew by outside your window
and you couldn’t catch one
to call your own,
when every
gnarly, blighted
branch of life’s undoing
rotted right up through your soles,
those pieces of poems called out,
laying dormant in blades of nevermind grass,
for you to crawl
across the grit of unholy floors,
to find grace through
time-smudged glass
and see them
beneath the soil, coiled
and waiting for you
to breathe them into birth
This poem came in first place in the dVerse Poets Pub second anniversary contest.
Thrilled to have my piece be chosen. Thanks guys!
You deserve it… and I love nevermind grass.
A fantastic piece of writing, Jennifer. Congrats on being selected! That is WAY cool!
Congrats Jennifer. So honored to be here as well, thanks Boston Poetry!
Brilliant piece. loved the metaphoric expressions!
BIg congrats, Jennifer. I love this!
Congrats Jennifer ~