Jennifer Reeser Poems (16 Poems)
Blue-Crested Cry (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
We’re through, we’re through, we’re through, we’re through, we’re through and – flanking, now, the edges of our schism – it seems your coldness and my idealism alone for all this time have kept us true. Credulous I and hedonistic … Continue reading
French Quarter Singer (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
Strumming your polished guitar with long, nail-lightened fingers, where are you now, leaning forward a peasant-dressed arm – lark on the near side of midnight, my crescent curb lady, ear to your sound, dangling each with a silver folk charm? … Continue reading
Leaning Over Eros (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
She recognizes him at last as Other, not Self. I see her in my mind, hot wax about to plummet from the lifted candle. Should closeness be so vulnerable to fact? The wrinkles in her gown – a troubling grayness … Continue reading
This Night Slip, In His Honor (after Komachi) (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
This night slip, in his honor flipped inside out – of lace- edged netting – is the color of Shaka Zulu’s face; of panther flower at midnight where crow and boa doze; of vertigo and stage fright in frail Ophelia’s … Continue reading
Civic Centre (for Kathryn) (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
Moscow ballet at seven in the evening. You look at everything. You lay your cheek against my shoulder, smoothing down my sleeve, the Russian blizzards somehow less than bleak, portrayed with whimsy on the backdrop screens in dolloped watercolors as … Continue reading
Should You Ask At Midnight (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
What would I do without your voice to wake me? Cor ad cor loquitur, I’m loath to know. Kitsch operas sound, unhesitant to shake me, The sheers undrawn, the heavens hardly showing, My camisole askew, of lace-trimmed black – Not … Continue reading
Civilization (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
Send your army home to their wives and children. It is late. Your soldiers are burdened, thirsty. Lock the doors, the windows, and here in darkness lie down beside me. Speak of anything we possess in common: ground or law … Continue reading
Imagining you’d come to say goodbye… (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
Imagining you’d come to say goodbye, I made a doll of raffia and string. I gave her thatch hair, and a broomstick skirt of patchwork satin rags. Around each eye I stitched thick lashes. Such a touching thing she was! … Continue reading
Renunciation (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
It’s a jade branch on the floor, broken in two, love, or a stain raised on the lapped grains of a suede glove. It’s the lace, blown by a strong breeze, of an old gown with the cranes crying at … Continue reading
Miscarriage (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
Fold this, our daughter’s grave, and seal it with your kiss. For all the love I gave, you owe me this. Inside of me, she had your lips and tongue, my air of grimness, thin and sad, with your thick … Continue reading
More Jennifer Reeser Poetry (Based on Topics)
View All Jennifer Reeser Poems