For the Love of Emily and Me-A Study of the Verse of Emily Dickinson and original inspirational verse by HT Wagner published on WordPress –
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About the Author
Inspirational Verse in the free-form style of Emily Dickinson –
HT Wagner (Dee Hinkle) – is a Freelance writer of WordPress in St Louis, Missouri
She has had a successful career in Project Manager with over 25 years’ experience in research, development and team building, with a strong background in both technical and financial services industry recruiting. She has also built her own successful recruiting company.
Dee is retired and suffered a series of devastating family tragedies that led to a period of deep depression -Expressing herself in poetry has helped her to rebuild a normal productive life.
Dee’s ‘turn on’s- are the ocean, swing dancing and comedy.
Her ‘turn-off’s’ are negative people who judge and people who hate.
She and husband of 53 years now live in St Louis close to her family.
You can email her at dwh1nine@gmail.com
Emily Dickinson – was born on December 10, 1830, in Amherst, Massachusetts. She attended Mount Holyoke Female Seminary in South Hadley, but only for one year. Born: December 10, 1830, Amherst
Evidence suggests that Dickinson lived much of her life in isolation. Considered an eccentric by locals, she developed a penchant for white clothing and was known for her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, to even leave her bedroom.-
Contents – Mix of Emily’s poems and HT Wagner originals –
Sanctuary – the Diary of Ann Frank –
HT Wagner
The horrors of war and abuse become
Sanctuary
Solace is fun in hidden places
Hold me now
Hold my Heart in Your Sacred Hands forever
Stay with me
This too shall pass
It always does
Inside the bungalow of self-knowing
Conquering Anxiety with Trust – HT Wagner
When anxious thought surround
abound
Knowing that this is not the final destination
Brings hope
Brings trust and anxious thought dissipate
Rusty chains hold what is left
For one more time-
Standing Beside Mary I see – A prayer – HT Wagner
A prayer of the Passion-
The Way of the Cross
I know it was meant to be – The Will of God
But the strands of attachment – eternal
broken with the pathos of mankind
Rip and tear the heart
Tears flow uncontrollably
Feeling numb and raw
The happiness of you – forever lost
Awaiting resurrection – it will surely come
Not as I planned
but as it was to bet
It is comforting to know that the best laid plans of man – are subject always to the Will of Creation – man is an afterthought
Above Oblivion’s Tide there is a Pier – Emily Dickinson
And an efface-less “Few” are lifted there —
Nay — lift themselves — Fame has no Arms —
And but one smile — that meagres Balms —
January 17, 2022
Ah, Teneriffe! – Emily Dickinson
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages — pause for you —
Sunset — reviews her Sapphire Regiment —
Day — drops you her Red Adieu!
Still — Clad in your Mail of ices —
Thigh of Granite — and thew — of Steel —
Heedless — alike — of pomp — or parting
Ah, Teneriffe!
I’m kneeling — still —
January 15, 2022
Again — his voice is at the door — Emily Dickinson
I feel the old Degree —
I hear him ask the servant
For such an one — as me —
I take a flower — as I go —
My face to justify —
He never saw me — in this life —
I might surprise his eye!
I cross the Hall with mingled steps —
I — silent — pass the door —
I look on all this world contains —
Just his face — nothing more!
We talk in careless — and it toss —
A kind of plummet strain —
Each — sounding — shyly —
Just — how — deep —
The other’s one — had been —
We walk — I leave my Dog — at home —
A tender — thoughtful Moon —
Goes with us — just a little way —
And — then — we are alone —
Alone — if Angels are “alone” —
First time they try the sky!
Alone — if those “veiled faces” — be —
We cannot count — on High!
I’d give — to live that hour — again —
The purple — in my Vein —
But He must count the drops — himself —
My price for every stain!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
11:00 PM Prayers
Holy Space – HT Wagner
Prayer… layer upon layer
Waiting for the Gate to open
The air is thin
Ordinary and plain spoken
Heart broken
The touch comes from nowhere
The Living Presence shapes in the form of a gift
The air changes to amber
listening
The sounds peal
Hearing the tumult
The upheaval moves near
Knowing the soft loud rustle
The diminutive, almost imperceptible force
Settles in my soul
Nestles next to my being
Present in every way
My place in this prayer is suspended
Divinity inundates
Like a butterfly
Hold only for a heartbeat
But once held
Can never be the same
Would walk a thousand miles
to hold the butterfly again
January 15, 2022
After the Sun Comes Out – (inspired by Dickinson) HT Wagner
The mind is readied –
Lamination
Lamination of the psyche
When the sun comes out
Yesterday closure amend
Soldiers and sailors – barrage
– a fleet of vessels to wage war
Flettila – Cargo-Laden
the chain gang-
Road through on the easy street – goes through the sewer
January 15, 2022
After the Sun comes out – Emily Dickinson
How it alters the World —
Waggons like messengers hurry about
Yesterday is old —
All men meet as if
Each foreclosed a news —
Fresh as a Cargo from Batize
Nature’s qualities —
January 15, 2022
The Pain He Bore – HT Wagner
The disputing Neves cried out in Agony
Majestic – Magnificent but outstretched arms
Heart strings strummed a dirge
a funeral song
Blood ran cold and wet
Warming and warning the afternoon
Helpless She bore the scene
Helpless and Holy a Mother’s love
After great pain, a formal feeling comes — Emily Dickinson
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs —
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
The Feet, mechanical, go round —
A Wooden Way
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought —
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone —
This is the Hour of Lead —
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow —
First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go —
January 15, 2022
Lament of Integrity – HT Wagner
Dirge
Funeral Song
Unflagging voice of the underdog
Scapegoat – carries the burden of all humanity
The diligent Voice will soar unmoved –
righteousness and honestly survive
to morn the debt of integrity
January 15, 2022
After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside — Emily Dickinson
Nature imparts the little Blue-Bird — assured
Her conscientious Voice will soar unmoved
Above ostensible Vicissitude.
First at the March — competing with the Wind —
Her panting note exalts us — like a friend —
Last to adhere when Summer cleaves away —
Elegy of Integrity.
January 15, 2022
Impossible to Please – HT Wagner
Life – Death – Resurrection
The picky perfectionist be-
Fearing failure the morn rides the horse of Death
Each minute swallows time spent again and again
Free will decides what the ending will be
The liar embarrassed by lack of true air
Unholy Ungodly the doubting Deity
January 15, 2022
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? – Emily Dickinson
Not Death — for who is He?
The Porter of my Father’s Lodge
As much abash eth me!
Of Life? ‘Twere odd I fear [a] thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or two existences —
As Deity decree —
Of Resurrection? Is the East
Afraid to trust the Morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my Crown!
January 15, 2022
‘It is Better to Consider-Than not exist at all’-
(Inspired by E. Dickinson) – HT Wagner
Existence
Consider life’s condition
Albeit not for everyone
Existence on many planes
Finds strength through all adversity
or idles motionless without a wind to propel
All life moves forward with a gale or a hint
Days when dazed by none-the-less
Backseat to living life forward
feeling not worked out
Become carrion – decaying flesh to be hold
January 15, 2022 (E. Dickinson)
Advance is Life’s condition – Emily Dickinson
The Grave but a Relay
Supposed to be a terminus
That makes it hated so —
The Tunnel is not lighted
Existence with a wall
Is better we consider
Than not exist at all —
January 15, 2022
Adrift! A little boat adrift!- Emily Dickinson
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?
So Sailors say — on yesterday —
Just as the dusk was brown
One little boat gave up its strife
And gurgled down and down.
So angels say — on yesterday —
Just as the dawn was red
One little boat — o’erspent with gales —
Retrimmed its masts — redecked its sails —
And shot — exultant on!
January 15, 2022
A Little Boat Adrift (Inspired by E. Dickinson) – HT Wagner
Ebb and flow of the Season
He who sees all
Says ‘no’
Little boat floats alone
Lonely, solo – it stands to hold on
Adrift it stands to reason
The why and wherefore never known
Thoughts adrift on a sacred mission
Stand alone to make a home
Sails about the windy way
A prayer laughed launched never alone at last
January 14, 2022
Absent Place — an April Day — Emily Dickinson
Daffodils a-blow
Homesick curiosity
To the Souls that snow —
Drift may block within it
Deeper than without —
Daffodil delight but
Him it duplicate —
Daffodil a-blow – (Inspired by E. Dickinson) – HT Wagner
Peeking through the snow scenery
Brave
Button down bodice
Button down to forget the frozen fare
But for the airy warmth below
It speaks to the lonely landscape below
Absence disembodies — so does Death – Emily Dickinson
Hiding individuals from the Earth
Superposition helps, as well as love —
Tenderness decreases as we prove —
January 14, 2022
The Fog Has lifted – HT Wagner
Dusty fog surrounds
Kitten’s feet not
More like Clydesdale’s hoofs
Trampling the good – bad and all left over
Waiting for inspiration to fall
Grounded
Stop – drop and roll
The fire rages and roams
Broadcasting hate not hope
The fabric of fog
Fuzzy smoke
Laid waste to incoming
Dissipates and joy remains!
Fixing Family – HT Wagner
The infidels of modern time
The twisted twist of betrayal
a lie-
You know who you are
A secret kiss
glance that no one sees
but everyone knows
Lost in all that matters not
January 13, 2022
Oblivion’s Tide has a Pier- (Inspired by E. Dickinson) – HT Wagner
Cursed are we – Creation’s engine
Insensibility – Enmity
The Fall – Sin entered the world – Enmity was born
and Bred hatred to bring all creation into perfect balance
Painful it is when our fallen nature chisels out what does not serve mankind – Enmity –
Mutual Hostility – Lack of Trust
Producing thorns and thistles between man that only secure attachment or imprinting can negate –
Sculpts a new tomorrow for man
No longer Animal
Surgery
Fall of Man
Sins born until a Scapegoat was born
The Cross carried all sins of mankind
Desert bound
Enmity – mutual hostility between persecutor and persecuted, for which the Christian, following Christ’s new morality, must substitute a new attitude by which he loves and prays for his enemy (Mt 5.43–48; Lk 6.27–36).
Genesis Chapter 3 – To Adam he said, “Because you listened to your wife and ate from the tree about which I commanded you, `You must not eat of it,’ “Cursed is the ground because of you; through painful toil you will eat of it all the days of your life. It will produce thorns and thistles for you, and you will eat the plants of the field.
Stupor or Coma
Non existence
Brought into existence by Imprinting beacons broadcast abroad to a welcoming ear-
Limited space and time –
There is a window
Time sensitive to walk through & attach
Obscurity
Above Oblivion’s Tide there is a Pier – Emily Dickinson
And an effaceless “Few” are lifted there —
Nay — lift themselves — Fame has no Arms —
And but one smile — that meagres Balms —
January 12, 2022
Mirth is the Mail of Anguish (Inspired by E. Dickinson) HT Wagner
Anguish a state ungraced
Mail order bride
Happy to be over
Sorrow grief
Blood runs colder than the cold night air
Death knows no feeling
Life lingers and langurs lifeless
Rebirth renaissance
January 12, 2022
A wounded deer leaps highest,- Emily Dickinson
I’ve heard the hunter tell ;
‘T is but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs :
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings !
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And “You’re hurt” exclaim !
A World made penniless by that departure – Emily Dickinson
Of minor fabrics begs
But sustenance is of the spirit
The Gods but Dregs
A Prayer We Shall Have if We Keep Saying – HT Wagner
“Made Flesh and dwelt among us”
Taste and see the goodness of the Lord
Mind maps new growth
Thought dregs
Sediment of sentiment
Positive Affirms
Conquers
Negative – Defeats Growing backwards
Respect called for
a prayer
A Word made Flesh is seldom – Emily Dickinson
And tremblingly partook
Nor then perhaps reported
But have I not mistook
Each one of us has tasted
With ecstasies of stealth
The very food debated
To our specific strength —
A Word that breathes distinctly
Has not the power to die
Cohesive as the Spirit
It may expire if He —
“Made Flesh and dwelt among us”
Could condescension be
Like this consent of Language
This loved Philology.
A word is dead – Emily Dickinson
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
A Word dropped careless on a Page – Emily Dickinson
May stimulate an eye
When folded in perpetual seam
The Wrinkled Maker lie
Infection in the sentence breeds
We may inhale Despair
At distances of Centuries
From the Malaria —
January 4, 2022
A Word Dropped Careless on a Page – (Inspired by E. Dickinson) – HT Wagner
Rolls over to the inconsequential edge
Unbeknownst the rustle
The quietude of the night
Stares with fright
On its Way to be a Book
January 4, 2022
Vagaries – the Sardine shoal South Africa
an unexpected and inexplicable change in a situation –
or animal behavior-
Fall into the bottleneck
Fast – dolphins communicate and arrive as a unit
Change unexplained but blessed by evolution
billions in a sardine shoal – shelf – a three mile buffet
predator of all predators arrives – Orcas – dolphin hunters
food chain linked
Sated hunters disappear
miles of shoreline – cold current deliver the feast
Every predator is synchronized
Massive slaughter unabated
Scan the shoal with binocular vision
Fierce ocean predators but devoted parents
the learning curve steep – crash landing
far-flung deadly air force of sea gulls
January 2, 2022
A South Wind — has a pathos -by Emily Dickinson
Of individual Voice —
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant’s address.
A Hint of Ports and Peoples —
And much not understood —
The fairer — for the farness —
And for the foreignhood.
January 2, 2022
Foreignhood – HT Wagner
We are all from somewhere
Brotherhood
Some of us
we are foreigners in our own land
Enmity becomes
Enmity ravages
Friends false
Friends afraid and hateful
Amenity – awaits
Nations waring
People pretend to cover their Darknessness
Pathos descends
January 2, 2022
A something in a summer’s Day – by Emily Dickinson
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer’s noon —
A depth — an Azure — a perfume —
Transcending ecstasy.
And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see —
Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me —
The wizard fingers never rest —
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes its narrow bed — abrasive
Still rears the East her amber Flag —
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red —
So looking on — the night — the morn
Conclude the wonder gay —
And I meet, coming thro’ the dews
Another summer’s Day!
January 2, 2022
Tsunami of the Crush of Day – HT Wagner
Hope dawns happy-
Abrasion soon sets in
To greet the finest norm
Wither away the breath and dance of the day
Hawks and Buzzards
Blizzard Blocks out
Creative imagnied Hope
Poverty
Jsnusty 2, 2022
A Solemn thing within the Soul – by Emily Dickinson
To feel itself get ripe —
And golden hang — while farther up —
The Maker’s Ladders stop —
And in the Orchard far below —
You hear a Being — drop —
A Wonderful — to feel the Sun
Still toiling at the Cheek
You thought was finished —
Cool of eye, and critical of Work —
He shifts the stem — a little —
To give your Core — a look —
But solemnest — to know
Your chance in Harvest moves
A little nearer — Every Sun
The Single — to some lives.
January 2, 2022
The Maker’s Ladder Stops – HT Wagner
Jacob knew well
the rungs to tread
His ladder to the stars
The more caustic the norm
The lower transcends
Combat to the top
Ladder holds firm
or gives way to waste
Unholy press
January 2, 2022
A solemn thing — it was — I said — by Emily Dickinson
A woman — white — to be —
And wear — if God should count me fit —
Her blameless mystery —
A hallowed thing — to drop a life
Into the purple well —
Too plummetless — that it return —
Eternity — until —
I pondered how the bliss would look —
And would it feel as big —
When I could take it in my hand —
As hovering — seen — through fog —
And then — the size of this “small” life —
The Sages — call it small —
Swelled — like Horizons — in my vest —
And I sneered — softly — “small”!
January 2, 2022
A soft Sea washed around the House – by Emily Dickinson
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care —
For Captain was the Butterfly
For Helmsman was the Bee
And an entire universe
For the delighted crew.
January 2, 2022
A Sloop of Amber slips away – by Emily Dickinson
Upon an Ether Sea,
And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar,
The Son of Ecstasy —
January 2, 2022
A slash of Blue — by Emily Dickinson
A sweep of Gray —
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky —
A little purple — slipped between —
Some Ruby Trousers hurried on —
A Wave of Gold —
A Bank of Day —
This just makes out the Morning Sky.
January 2, 2022
A single Screw of Flesh – by Emily Dickinson
Is all that pins the Soul
That stands for Deity, to Mine,
Upon my side the Veil —
Once witnessed of the Gauze —
Its name is put away
As far from mine, as if no plight
Had printed yesterday,
In tender — solemn Alphabet,
My eyes just turned to see,
When it was smuggled by my sight
Into Eternity —
More Hands — to hold — These are but Two —
One more new-mailed Nerve
Just granted, for the Peril’s sake —
Some striding — Giant — Love —
So greater than the Gods can show,
They slink before the Clay,
That not for all their Heaven can boast
Will let its Keepsake — go
January 3, 2022
What Pins the Soul – HT Wagner
‘A single screw of flesh’ – (Emily Dickinson)
Nailed to the earthen Cross roads
Plastered with clay and May flies
Buzzing in orbit of the heavenly sphere
The Soul chariot – the Body
Temporary at best
Built on a chassis of molten materials
Plucked from the local fare
Blue eyes the mirror of the Soul
Reflecting back to the dawn of man
Improved or
Impoverished by humanness
All the while creating with the thinking brain
Thought knits – wax positive
Negative steam roll and placate paths to hell
Mortality on the decline
January 3, 2022
A single Clover Plank – by Emily Dickinson
Was all that saved a Bee
A Bee I personally knew
From sinking in the sky —
‘Twixt Firmament above
And Firmament below
The Billows of Circumference
Were sweeping him away —
The idly swaying Plank
Responsible to nought
A sudden Freight of Wind assumed
And Bumble Bee was not —
This harrowing event
Transpiring in the Grass
Did not so much as wring from him
A wandering “Alas” —
January 3, 2022
Incoming – HT Wagner
Nature recoils and witness to the harbinger
Forewarning of the cycle to be
Bee seizes the day
on the paddle petal of possibility
Bee pollen – carriage of supplies – provisions and proteins
Peptides and enzymes landscape
Medicine to heal and dis-inflame – Bee Venom the syringe
To enflame the machinery of the whole human race
January 2, 2022
A Sickness of this World it most occasions – by Emily Dickinson
When Best Men die.
A Wishfulness their far Condition
To occupy.
A Chief indifference, as Foreign
A World must be
Themselves forsake — contented,
For Deity.
January 3, 2022
When Best Men Die – HT Wagner
The planet goes on spining
Whirling wheel of consciousness
Collectively the loss is subtracted
The loss dents the facade of the wanton wall
The Well – unprovoked seeps a little
Foriaging begins
Casting about to fill the void of greatness lost
January 2, 2022
A shady friend — for Torrid days — by Emily Dickinson
Is easier to find —
Than one of higher temperature
For Frigid — hour of Mind —
The Vane a little to the East —
Scares Muslin souls — away —
If Broadcloth Hearts are firmer —
Than those of Organdy —
Who is to blame? The Weaver?
Ah, the bewildering thread!
The Tapestries of Paradise
So notelessly — are made!
January 2, 2022
A Shade upon the mind there passes – by Emily Dickinson
As when on Noon
A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses
Remembering
That some there be too numb to notice
Oh God
Why give if Thou must take away
The Loved?
January 2, 2022
Mind Shadows – HT Wagner
Shady thoughts
Heighten
the tenor of thought
Patterns of regret
Regret
Grow
Retard and Rust
The past becomes tomorrows burial chamber
January 2, 2022
A sepal, petal, and a thorn – by Emily Dickinson
Upon a common summer’s morn —
A flask of Dew — A Bee or two —
A Breeze — a caper in the trees —
And I’m a Rose!
January 2, 2022
A Secret told — by Emily Dickinson
Ceases to be a Secret — then —
A Secret — kept —
That — can appal (shock) but One —
Better of it — continual be afraid —
Than it —
And Whom you told it to — beside —
January 2, 2022
A science — so the Savants say, – by Emily Dickinson
“Comparative Anatomy” —
By which a single bone —
Is made a secret to unfold
Of some rare tenant of the mold,
Else perished in the stone —
So to the eye prospective led,
This meekest flower of the mead
Upon a winter’s day,
Stands representative in gold
Of Rose and Lily, manifold,
And countless Butterfly!
January 3, 2022
Soon to be Prospective – HT Wagner
a Winter’s Day
Frozen Folly Forbids Motility
Motionless air heaves haute
Elegant – High Class
The Ics castle royal
Life is held at bay
Governs harm’s Way
Beneath it all
Slovenly slides
The messiness of the Spring to come
January 2, 2022
A Saucer holds a Cup – by Emily Dickinson
In sordid human Life
But in a Squirrel’s estimate
A Saucer hold a Loaf.
A Table of a Tree
Demands the little King
And every Breeze that run along
His Dining Room do swing.
His Cutlery — he keeps
Within his Russet Lips —
To see it flashing when he dines
Do Birmingham eclipse —
Convicted — could we be
Of our Minutiae
The smallest Citizen that flies
Is heartier than we —
January 3, 3022
Convicted – HT Wagner
Birth of a Soul
Convicted from the start
Laden with Minutiae
Outfitted for the harsh to be
Unlikely
Unknown
We become a uawarrented part of eternity
Unforgiving but non-the-less an entity
January 2, 2022
A Route of Evanescence – by Emily Dickinson
With a revolving Wheel —
A Resonance of Emerald —
A Rush of Cochineal —
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts its tumbled Head —
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy Morning’s Ride —
January 2, 2022
A Rat surrendered here – Emily Dickinson
A brief career of Cheer
And Fraud and Fear.
Of Ignominy’s due
Let all addicted to
Beware.
The most obliging Trap
Its tendency to snap
Cannot resist —
Temptation is the Friend
Repugnantly resigned
At last.
January 2, 2022
A prompt — executive Bird is the Jay — Emily Dickinson
Bold as a Bailiff’s Hymn —
Brittle and Brief in quality —
Warrant (License) in every line —
Sitting a Bough like a Brigadier
Confident and straight —
Much is the mien of him in March (appearance)
As a Magistrate —
January 2, 2022
A Prison gets to be a friend — by Emily Dickinson
Between its Ponderous face
And Ours — a Kinsmanship express —
And in its narrow Eyes —
We come to look with gratitude
For the appointed Beam
It deal us — stated as our food —
And hungered for — the same —
We learn to know the Planks —
That answer to Our feet —
So miserable a sound — at first —
Nor ever now — so sweet —
As plashing in the Pools —
When Memory was a Boy —
But a Demurer Circuit —
A Geometric Joy —
The Posture of the Key
That interrupt the Day
To Our Endeavor — Not so real
The Check of Liberty —
As this Phantasm Steel —
Whose features — Day and Night —
Are present to us — as Our Own —
And as escapeless — quite —
The narrow Round — the Stint —
The slow exchange of Hope —
For something passiver — Content
Too steep for looking up —
The Liberty we knew
Avoided — like a Dream —
Too wide for any Night but Heaven —
If That — indeed — redeem —
January 3, 2022
A Light exists in Spring – by Emily Dickinson
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament
January 3, 2022
A Sacrament – HT Wagner
Ceremonial Grace
O Sacrament most holy
O sacrement Divine
Making the Way a Sacrament
Meaningful holy positivity on parade
Posthumous whispered vow
Prometheus bound
A pledge
A promise
Opening services renewed
Remain soft with the Sacred Soul Space
A lane of Yellow led the eye – by Emily Dickinson
Unto a Purple Wood
Whose soft inhabitants to be
Surpasses solitude
If Bird the silence contradict (deny – refute)
Or flower presume to show
In that low summer of the West
Impossible to know —
January 3, 2022
Surpassing Solitude – HT Wagner
Not possible in the woods of modernity
Noise claws the blackboard of the night sky
Noise inundates the breath of the living Soul
The Mind screams for justice
The Heart beats for loudly for loneliness
Thread bare psyche bleeds
Happiness unknown
December 8, 2021
A Lady red — amid the Hill – by Emily Dickinson
Her annual secret keeps!
A Lady white, within the Field
In placid Lily sleeps!
The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms —
Sweep vale — and hill — and tree!
Prithee, My pretty Housewives!
Who may expected be?
The Neighbors do not yet suspect!
The Woods exchange a smile!
Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird —
In such a little while!
And yet, how still the Landscape stands!
How nonchalant the Hedge!
As if the “Resurrection”
Were nothing very strange!
December 7, 2021
Resurrection – HT Wagner
Plans – Bold Blueprint for the morrow
Harness the wanton wind and prepare
For the worst
The Best invert
Without the Passion – so Calous and Cruel
There could be no Resurrection
Pathos exchanged for joy
December 7, 2021
A House upon the Height — by Emily Dickinson
That Wagon never reached —
No Dead, were ever carried down —
No Peddler’s Cart — approached —
Whose Chimney never smoked —
Whose Windows — Night and Morn —
Caught Sunrise first — and Sunset — last —
Then — held an Empty Pane —
Whose fate — Conjecture knew —
No other neighbor — did —
And what it was — we never lisped —
Because He — never told —
The Soul Requited – Makes Restitution – HT Wagner
Take a Toll or Break apart
A hurting wounded should need
Permission to be or not
Soul speaks for itself
Holds on to what is and what may never be
Brokenness requires a gnome to restore
The Soul – breaths life
Repents or dies a tragic death.
December 7, 2021
A Happy Lip — Breaks Sudden — by Emily Dickinson
It doesn’t state you how
It contemplated — smiling —
Just consummated — now —
But this one, wears its merriment
So patient — like a pain —
Fresh gilded — to elude the eyes
Unqualified, to scan —
Toll – Permission to Pass – HT Wagner
Take a toll
To pass to the other side
Regard the moment
For it may never be again
Contemplate the journey
Decide or replay
For it is what it is
Uncle Abe always said!
December 7, 2021
The Tender Carpenter – HT Wagner
He drove home no bargains
Driven to accept His lot
His Mother was a witness
Bystanding with the Crowd
Always aware of the pain
Always cared to be there
While she witnessed the unspeakable
His Wounds became our entry point
to the Great Amen
December 7, 2021
A great Hope fell – by Emily Dickinson
You heard no noise
The Ruin was within
Oh cunning wreck that told no tale
And let no Witness in
The mind was built for mighty Freight
For dread occasion planned
How often foundering at Sea
Ostensibly, on Land
A not admitting of the wound
Until it grew so wide
That all my Life had entered it
And there were troughs beside
A closing of the simple lid
That opened to the sun
Until the tender Carpenter
Perpetual nail it down —
December 7, 2021
A fuzzy fellow, without feet – by Emily Dickinson
Yet doth exceeding run!
Of velvet, is his Countenance,
And his Complexion, dun!
Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass!
Sometime, upon a bough,
From which he doth descend in plush
Upon the Passer-by!
All this in summer.
But when winds alarm the Forest Folk,
He taketh Damask Residence —
And struts in sewing silk!
Then, finer than a Lady,
Emerges in the spring!
A Feather on each shoulder!
You’d scarce recognize him!
By Men, clept Caterpillar!
By me! But who am I,
To tell the pretty secret
Of the Butterfly!
The Worm of Man Spinning a Soul of Silk – HT Wagner
Earthly home a dun
Dimly lit
Blind and Beholding
The Mind and Heart of man
But an incrementally large piece
Free Will behaves to grow or shrink the earth bound detail
Happy are those who give rise to thoughts that praise!
December 7, 2021
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint – by Emily Dickinson
A Dinner for a Bee
In process of the Noon became –
Each bright Mortality
The Forfeit is of Creature fair
Itself, adored before
Submitting for our unknown sake
To be esteemed no more —
Noonday Son – HT Wagner
Submit to the burdenson fare
The heat and breath of the Noonday sun
We feel
We hear
We burn
The touch is heavy and barking warning
Wearing a loss Bearing the weight of the Promise of Tomorrow
Tomorrow depends on the investment in the Son of Man
The Christ
Saturday, December 7, 2021
A first Mute Coming — by Emily Dickinson
In the Stranger’s House —
A first fair Going —
When the Bells rejoice —
A first Exchange — of
What hath mingled — been —
For Lot — exhibited to
Faith — alone —
Faith Alone – HT Wagner From ‘As the Fog Lifts’
Ami Christi
Sanctify me
Save me
Within Thy wounds hide me
State of Grace
By Invitation only
Grace to hear
Grace to see
Grace to feel
Hidden from those Who choose fear
Instead of faith
Wounds—Hiding place for the Saints
A feather from the Whippoorwill- by Emily Dickinson
That everlasting — sings!
Whose galleries — are Sunrise —
Whose Opera — the Springs —
Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
Of mellow — murmuring thread —
Whose Beryl Egg, what Schoolboys hunt
In “Recess” — Overhead!
Saturday, December 4, 2021
The Feather Game-HT Wagner
Our Core
Private and Personal
Open to the World
Not to all who is only of the World
We own our thoughts
Positive and well Marinated with Mediation
Others judge
It is all they know
They are doing the best they can with what they have been given
Hide and seek shelter
Trust
The Truth will always emerge
Bright
Shining in the Noon day Son
the Mind of Christ
the Thinking Brain of the Cosmos
We are truly Dust in the Wind
and that is all we can be
Unless we choose to free from what tethers was to the the planet
We call Home
Our Home is in the bosom of the unseen Go
We are the Matter
the Clay
the unseen God
The Space in between
Where we often claim home
Mediation
Only a feather
Left in a place whee God Will find it
Meditation of desire
Blessed in the Space where only Large minds roam
Take them
Break them down to compartments of matter
That matters not
Release them to the Cosmos
Live
Breath
Bring on more God…
Lose pthe meaningless thought
that tether and hold us down
Prometheus bound
On the terra firma
We call home
Until Hercules sets free
A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes- by Emily Dickinson
Who drove a lonesome Cow
To pastures of Oblivion —
A statesman’s Embryo —
The Boys that whistled are extinct —
The Cows that fed and thanked
Remanded to a Ballad’s Barn
Or Clover’s Retrospect —
The Trial Adjourned – HT Wagner
Still no verdict
Force of Nature
The Statesman
Elder
Accursed of killing
Killing life by slander
A lie
Self defense
Self inflicted bore
Lone wolf at Heart
Others
Arms length
Out of Harms Way
Jury still out
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A face devoid of love or grace,- by Emily Dickinson
A hateful, hard, successful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances —
First time together thrown.
At Ease – HT Wagner
Unseen grace
Poker game
Poker face
In really deep
Jubilee
Jamboree
Harbinger of joy
Free fall to Grace
Finding sense of self
Cosmic Choreography
The dance
The romance
of devotion
Hearts at Ease
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork- by Emily Dickinson
Without a Revery —
And so encountering a Fly
This January Day
Jamaicas of Remembrance stir
That send me reeling in —
The moderate drinker of Delight
Does not deserve the spring —
Of juleps, part are in the Jug
And more are in the joy —
Your connoisseur in Liquours
Consults the Bumble Bee —
Hail Mary – HT Wagner
The Currency of Cosmos
A flurry
A Rosary
Prayer commonality
Venn Diagram
Overlapping circles
Relationships intercept
Share peace
Prayer said to tack
To thicken the layers of mental wellness
Small investment – grows formidable
Like Pyramids
Tombs for Egyptian Royalty
Hail Mary
Special Snowflake
That is eternal and warm
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree — by Emily Dickinson
Another — on the Roof —
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves —
And made the Gables laugh —
A few went out to help the Brook
That went to help the Sea —
Myself Conjectured were they Pearls —
What Necklace could be —
The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads —
The Birds jocoser sung —
The Sunshine threw his Hat away —
The Bushes — spangles flung —
The Breezes brought dejected Lutes —
And bathed them in the Glee —
Then Orient showed a single Flag,
And signed the Fete away —
Rain Drops and Spikes-HT Wagner
Fundraiser for the Soul
Mind
Body agree
Good for the Psyche
Showers come and go
Drifter of the Cosmos
Hitch hikers
Street car bums
Hide in the shadows
and pretend to be whole
Spikes employ
not strike
‘Sonshine’ donated pathos
to make the Harvest Golden
and the Resurrection
Euphoric
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A doubt if it be Us- by Emily Dickinson
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footing find.
An Unreality is lent,
A merciful Mirage
That makes the living possible
While it suspends the lives.
A Meaningful Mirage- HT Wagner
Hallucination
Present in every way
There to be there
Here at odds with all
Real or Imagined
Shackleford
Ford the waters navigated in time
Forging new pathways to the neo-neural ways to an end
The human mind
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A Dew sufficed itself — by Emily Dickinson
And satisfied a Leaf
And felt “how vast a destiny” —
“How trivial is Life!”
The Sun went out to work —
The Day went out to play
And not again that Dew be seen
By Physiognomy
Whether by Day Abducted
Or emptied by the Sun
Into the Sea in passing
Eternally unknown
Attested to this Day
That awful Tragedy
By Transport’s instability
And Doom’s celerity.
A Thought A Notion – HT Wagner
A thought purposefully itself
Pleased the soul
Make waves to float the ego
The Mind ready
The Heart in sync
The Breath of God
Awaiting satiety
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A darting fear — a pomp — a tear — by Emily Dickinson
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.
Small Arrow – HT Wagner
Small arrow –
Dashing
Darting in the noon day sun
Sense of being denied
Purposefully muddled and racked with fright
A quick poison word
Meant to cut and tear up
Torn
Ravaged
Tears wash away the fears
Leave a wake of horror undenied
Gossip laden intent
Glancing point anew
Life’s new trajectory set
A Counterfeit — a Plated Person —by Emily Dickinson
I would not be —
Whatever strata of Iniquity
My Nature underlie —
Truth is good Health — and Safety, and the Sky.
How meagre, what an Exile — is a Lie,
And Vocal — when we die —
Exile to Wickedness-HT Wagner
Counterfeit
Slender lean
Layer upon layer of sparseness
All adding up to sum zero
Coinage for the ticket to eternity – a lie
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A Coffin — is a small Domain,- by Emily Dickinson
Yet able to contain
A Citizen of Paradise
In it diminished Plane.
A Grave — is a restricted Breadth —
Yet ampler than the Sun —
And all the Seas He populates
And Lands He looks upon
To Him who on its small Repose
Bestows a single Friend —
Circumference without Relief —
Or Estimate — or End —
To Nail a Coffin-HT Wagner
A Place to be in the End Time
A Space freely reserved
Before the Foundation of Time
Rhyme
Nails of Rusty Lived lives
Bee hives
Hexagon coffers
Pollen and more
Coffins of lively buzzing
Reverse Engineering of Death’s dying
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky- by Emily Dickinson
Superior Glory be
But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries
Are forever lost to me
Had I but further scanned
Had I secured the Glow
In an Hermetic Memory
It had availed me now.
Never to pass the Angel
With a glance and a Bow
Till I am firm in Heaven
Is my intention now.
Hermetic- HT Wagner
Sealed Shut
My mind of yore
Fall back
Emergency
Tomorrow – Dazzling dance
The Dance of Eye of an Angel
Steady Shine
Illuminate my path of tomorrow
The day after today!
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A Clock stopped — by Emily Dickinson
Not the Mantel’s —
Geneva’s farthest skill
Can’t put the puppet bowing —
That just now dangled still —
An awe came on the Trinket!
The Figures hunched, with pain —
Then quivered out of Decimals —
Into Degreeless Noon —
It will not stir for Doctors —
This Pendulum of snow —
The Shopman importunes it —
While cool — concernless No —
Nods from the Gilded pointers —
Nods from the Seconds slim —
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life —
And Him —
The Clock Maker – HT Wagner
Clock Maker
Clock Maker
Make me a Clock
One that Runs Backward
to erase what was not grace
a trifle of tomorrow
to reset today
Make amends for sense of superiority
Hate and ruin
Pendulum of kryptonite
Weakenless
Harmlessness
Determinedly soft
Faithful Faithless to the core
Saturday, December 4, 2021
A chilly Peace infests the Grass- by Emily Dickinson
The Sun respectful lies —
Not any Trance of industry
These shadows scrutinize —
Whose Allies go no more astray
For service or for Glee —
But all mankind deliver here
From whatsoever sea —
Trance-HT Wagner
Transitory peace well bequested
Sea of sorrow belies
Lowly below
Wasteful folly the norm
Peace by any other name
Not known
Friday, December 3, 2021
The Image Satisfies-HT Wagner
Allure
Peers beyond the realm
Hollowed out and filled with badness
Boldness-Baldness
Dead air
Dear air
Invests
For fear to Sanctify
Ordering a Way to forgive
but I can’t
Unforgiveness to behold
A Charm invests a face- by Emily Dickinson
Imperfectly beheld —
The Lady dare not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled —
But peers beyond her mesh —
And wishes — and denies —
Lest Interview — annul a want (contradict repudiate)
That Image — satisfies —
A Cap of Lead across the sky-Emily Dickinson
Was tight and surly drawn
We could not find the mighty Face
The Figure was withdrawn —
A Chill came up as from a shaft
Our noon became a well
A Thunder storm combines the charms
Of Winter and of Hell.
A Shaft – HT Wagner
Polar
Antarctic
Cold and draftily drawn
Blizzard smothers the appeal
of the dazzling Way
A shaft of light
Brings closure to a space
of Winter and Wanton Wildness
White
A Burdock — clawed my Gown — by Emily Dickinson
Not Burdock’s — blame —
But mine —
Who went too near
The Burdock’s Den —
A Bog — affronts my shoe —
What else have Bogs — to do —
The only Trade they know —
The splashing Men!
Ah, pity — then!
‘Tis Minnows can despise!
The Elephant’s — calm eyes
Look further on!
Burr – HT Wagner
A burr under a saddle
Yields a rub
That distracts and
Destroys peace
Raids tranquility
Divert
Giving attention to the pain
Heart beat
the Heart break
Calm quiet
That was never meant to be
December Friday, December 3, 2021
A Bird came down the Walk — by Emily Dickinson
He did not know I saw —
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass —
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass —
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all around —
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought —
He stirred his Velvet Head
Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home —
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam —
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
Leap, splashless as they swim.
Friday, November 26, 2021–
The Bird that Flies Away-HT Wagner
Once in the hand
loving
peace of mind
defending
Running out of time
Caged
Trapped
in an existence that is not
Where is the love?
Slavery
Take my body
Take my blood-
Soul alive and well
Eternal
Saturday, November 27, 2021
A Bee his burnished Carriage-Emily Dickinson
A Bee his burnished Carriage
Drove boldly to a Rose —
Combinedly alighting —
Himself — his Carriage was —
The Rose received his visit
With frank tranquillity
Withholding not a Crescent
To his Cupidity —
Their Moment consummated —
Remained for him — to flee —
Remained for her — of rapture
But the humility.
Friday, November 26, 2021
Thanksgiving Loss-HT Wagner
The Way we were
Lost and lonely
Looking around and seeing fog
Looking for a sense of belonging
A sense of being
Love expired
Love alone
Never ending emptiness
Leaving
Going down the long road home
Stuck in a spiral
Vortex of vomit
Same old stuff
Where is the love novel
Love renewed?
Life Death Rebirth
End to Homelessness 