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Alinda Wasner in Southword JournalAlinda Wasner’s work has appeared in  Fresh WaterWomen Writing About the Great Lakes,( a Michigan Best Book) New Millennium Poets, Passages North, Comstock Review, The MacGuffin, and Detroit Metro Times among many others. Winner of the Tompkins Prize for Poetry, Fiction and Essay, Alinda has also won an Amelia Press Award, the Wittenberg Poetry Award, the MacGuffin prize, and a Chicago Poetry Center juried award. Listed in Poets and Writers, Wasner has given readings in Prague, Detroit, Flint, Ann Arbor, Chicago, Port Aransas (TX), Port Sanilac, Louisville (KY),  Port Huron, Springfield and Columbus (OH), and Lansing (MI).  She has also appeared on WDET, the Ntozake Shange show. A chapbook, Departures/Arrivals, was published by ML Liebler’s Ridgeway Press.

 

 

 

 

Ode to the Night and the Morning Following an All-Day Day of Arguing
2nd Prize in the Gregory O'Donoghue International Poetry Competition

   

 

Rejoice for the thick turn of wrist          for nut brown skin         and the black coils matted under the wristband

       

                   Rejoice for the smoothness of the cheek pressing into the pillow for the Picasso-esque

 

                                                Close-up of the lover with three eyes

 

For the hand that knows just where to tempt                         For fingers flying over the keyboard of the body

 

                    Rejoice for the willows slow-dancing slow, slow, slow-dancing slower in the moonlight

 

 For leg pressing against leg and the high-pitched whine of  blue notes sliding out of an 18-wheeler

 

                                                      down-shifting out on the highway like a harmonium

 

                   For the familiar mouth and whispers having finally replaced the god-endless pontification

 

Rejoice for the chickadees chikkerring low in the bushes            for the dead mosquito no longer zizzing

 

                   Rejoice for shadows half painted in moonlight      for the night grass gossiping to the neighbors

 

                                For the moon sneaking in, under, around, and through the branches

 

                                                           For the moss bed hidden down by the water

 

   Rejoice the willows fingering the edge of the shoreline        for the basso profundo of a slow moving freighter

 

                                             and for sweat and juices pooling in all the right crevices

 

                   Rejoice for the moon and the planets and the morning stars sneaking into the bed with us        

 

                                 For nights that end too quickly     for a hot wind and sheets kicked into a tangle

 

                            For the cool side of the pillow and the blue jay shrieking Me, me, me ME

 

 loud enough to obscure the cry of arching bodies from the neighbors

                    

                    Rejoice for the sound of the oud and the cimbalom and the click of a CD still skipping

 

                    Rejoice for the DNA of  thick ankles                       for eyes dark and quick as a junco’s

 

                 Rejoice for the new sun in the cattails           For poppies pole-dancing in their upside-down red skirts

 

                                                             For irises with their beards jutting

 

     And rejoice the whisper of breeze cozying up again to the willows begging for the slow dance to start over.

 

 

              

©2012 Alinda Wasner

 

 

Author Links

 

The Starving Poet: Wasner's Blog

Poems by Wasner at Outsider Writers Collective

Corridors Magazine: more poems by Wasner

 

 

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