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Two poems by Julia Wehner
A reminder of how richly good it is to feel, and to live
- Sea Foam
- Scientists rarely discuss the properties of water in the state of foam.
- How the sea’s body is provoked to urgency,
- and when her turbulent limbs rush to be caught in an entanglement with the shore,
- drops batter into drops.
- Yet they do not harden and shatter, as sheets of ice do.
- They melt from the force, turning soft as soap:
- dribbling white soaking full into sands and the faces of many rocks,
- the puffed damp salt inebriating land with newly exfoliated lips.
- This is the way I wish to love you.
- Cosmic
- I want my voice to make everything feel larger.
- Well, maybe not everything. I do like the current size of fresh pears.
- But even still, I believe I have a power to make their juice taste of their entire life cycle,
- carbonated by the tendrils of the earth’s own vernal skin.
- Yes, I want my words to let you drink creation.
- I want my voice to make living feel more important:
- a lantern held to the fact that one person breathing changes everything.
- And I am not finished working. I will never tire of speaking, of making you feel like
- you’re at a planetarium show. See if you can picture it:
- the moth-trodden florescent lights are gone,
- you are swallowed by black and orange beneath the covering
- of an unmarked dome of constellations from every hemisphere,
- flickering faster and faster as you realize that the center of our solar system
- is the human heart.
Julia Wehner
Julia Wehner has been writing poems from her home in Connecticut since her first school poetry unit in 3rd grade. She graduated from Franciscan University of Steubenville with a bachelors’ degree in English, and her biggest dreams for the future include teaching creative writing, educating her own children someday in how to seek what is most beautiful, and making the perfect crème brûlée, often. She hopes to tell honest stories through everything she writes, innovating commonly-felt human emotions in an attempt to catch readers off-guard: to remind them how richly good it is to feel, and to live.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Two poems by Julia Wehner
A reminder of how richly good it is to feel, and to live
Two poems by Julia Wehner
A reminder of how richly good it is to feel, and to live
- Sea Foam
- Scientists rarely discuss the properties of water in the state of foam.
- How the sea’s body is provoked to urgency,
- and when her turbulent limbs rush to be caught in an entanglement with the shore,
- drops batter into drops.
- Yet they do not harden and shatter, as sheets of ice do.
- They melt from the force, turning soft as soap:
- dribbling white soaking full into sands and the faces of many rocks,
- the puffed damp salt inebriating land with newly exfoliated lips.
- This is the way I wish to love you.
- Cosmic
- I want my voice to make everything feel larger.
- Well, maybe not everything. I do like the current size of fresh pears.
- But even still, I believe I have a power to make their juice taste of their entire life cycle,
- carbonated by the tendrils of the earth’s own vernal skin.
- Yes, I want my words to let you drink creation.
- I want my voice to make living feel more important:
- a lantern held to the fact that one person breathing changes everything.
- And I am not finished working. I will never tire of speaking, of making you feel like
- you’re at a planetarium show. See if you can picture it:
- the moth-trodden florescent lights are gone,
- you are swallowed by black and orange beneath the covering
- of an unmarked dome of constellations from every hemisphere,
- flickering faster and faster as you realize that the center of our solar system
- is the human heart.
Julia Wehner
Julia Wehner has been writing poems from her home in Connecticut since her first school poetry unit in 3rd grade. She graduated from Franciscan University of Steubenville with a bachelors’ degree in English, and her biggest dreams for the future include teaching creative writing, educating her own children someday in how to seek what is most beautiful, and making the perfect crème brûlée, often. She hopes to tell honest stories through everything she writes, innovating commonly-felt human emotions in an attempt to catch readers off-guard: to remind them how richly good it is to feel, and to live.
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