The Weight On My Heart Today
four years ago today
I was poem-high, love-beat
having spent the day (and
the day before) writing
poetry on demand at
art in the park. it was
one of the best days.
one of my best days.
I was filled with exultation
laughter, awe at the
size of it all: the people
the sales, the volunteers
the smiles, the magic in
the little writing room
I’d lifted from a dream to
a reality. I had no idea
what would happen next.
inside maple tree’s shadow
bee rests on white clover
VANESSA SHIELDS 
I really like this one. I know what happened next. so vivid. coloured by the blow that is to come.
xoxo
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God woman!! You have no idea what you do for me, and me means pickle too.
I cannot believe I am leaving I am though We are Me myself and Pickle With a heart full Full o’ Full o’
he is plucking again He will be fine And We will be Fine and dandy Like sugar candy! Mmmwwhaa V Sista writer, Fighter and whatever dreams and goal
Robin McLennan
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