Three Hundredth Poem
alone in the humble dark
before the sun shifts her crown toward the day
it is – interruption
a guttural sigh
peace unsteady yet constantly peace-full
can’t remember the first one
hundreds of days ago but the
feeling of its beginning lingers here
in the ink and blood flow
what are they all for?
poems caught in the branches of
a majestic tree with roots
that grow out of the ground
grasping my hips
this daily parley with language
tender tortured true
de-cages my ribs
helps me breathe
to let go or receive
like each night sky does the sun
this place is becoming
in a humble darkness
*I’ve since learned about Chris Sky. Thank you readers for the illumination.
LINK TO YIN WRITING TOMORROW MORNING 6AM!
Vanessa Shields is inviting you to a scheduled Zoom meeting.
Topic: YIN WRITING WITH VANESSA
Time: Oct 28, 2021 06:00 AM Eastern Time (US and Canada)
Shall we continue into November? We should, right? Okay, done. That was easy!