I’ll be Dreamscaping taking a shovel (soft-edged)to the pipes in patient waitinggathering seeds of storiesflitting in my femur, picking uppoetry pods littered & stuckin my pancreas – oh, wonder!oh, curiosity! oh, muse naked& aroused I’ll be with you soon
Author: Vanessa Shields
Writer. Mother. Lover.
Poem 337 & 338
337 - Haiku for Carlos Ruiz Zafón you did it again*cleared my mind of poetryI’m in your labyrinth *Friends, it happened again. All day I reminded myself: writeyourpoemwriteyourpoemwriteyourpoem. And the day flew by with moments to fill with poetry...but instead I held up his book, Labyrinth of the Spirts...and I was gone. I stopped because… Continue reading Poem 337 & 338
Poem 336 – Work
Work it’s nearly ten & she’s still workingwhat does that even mean?categorizing expressions of livingchanges them in her bodywith each new meaninginterspersing like shrapnelthen eating news that warsdamage in her guts relativity is pain’s dialectwhen resilience slips inshe exhales to an 8 countbut the inhalation alwaysarrives – a thick black hairon the chin of her… Continue reading Poem 336 – Work
VANESSA SHIELDS 