For the Love of Emily- A Study of Verse – May 2022 – Revision

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 –

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

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


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


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


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 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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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


the tenor of thought

Patterns of regret



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



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

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


The Truth will always emerge 


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


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



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 


Accursed of killing 

Killing life by slander

A lie

Self defense 

Self inflicted bore

Lone wolf at Heart


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



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


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 


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


Present in every way

There to be there

Here at odds with all

Real or Imagined


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 – 


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



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


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


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


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



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


Peers beyond the realm 

Hollowed out and filled with badness


Dead air

Dear air


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 



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 


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 


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


peace of mind


Running out of time



in an existence that is not

Where is the love?


Take my body

Take my blood-

Soul alive and well


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 


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

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