Masumune
she’s hiding
knees to chest – rocking
tucking her face in her hands
so she doesn’t have to see
words have become
Honjō Masumune
a marching army of the
sharpest swords
on the planet
she is afraid of how
the words make her feel
confused crushed cruel
her truths are out there somewhere
glimmering on the dangerous
edges of Ws and Ss
not ready to stand
under or over or among
the meanings she waits
gathers courage in the havering
Feeling pensive and quiet today. The blue sky is dotted with fat shapes of clouds. Seems like it wants to be covered today…or at least doesn’t mind hiding behind the rest of the sky.
The novel flows forward. Back into today.
VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 
Hi Vanessa,
You are indeed “ a writer”- this poem is amazing- keep on!
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Mary Ann it’s you! I just figured it out! Thank you for the kind words and for always reading! Big love to you!
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