This day, the raking raking leaves under the giant maple that dropped themunder a plate of blue sky so blue my blues leftleaving blues leaves falling giant maple roots under medropped thoughts clearing the ruckus of mind mindingthe tender afternoon warmth scarf unwrapped droppedon the peeling porch tender clearings showing age – this autumn day… Continue reading Poem 311 – This day, the raking
Category: On Writing
Poem 310 – Morning Yoga
Morning Yoga in the darkpurple mat under naked solesthe dog slopping kisses onmy palms chin nose hips breathing out soupy moansunloading night’s shades of story long stretches waking up my boneselectric flow of energy flicking on my lights
Poem 309 – Night Settles In
Night Settles In my bra is offmy belly is freethe tick on the clock is a foreign languagethe bed has been serenading me since I got homekicked off my boots & got licked by the dogs the entire time I was picking up dog poopall I thought about was picking up dog poop(three bags full)(three… Continue reading Poem 309 – Night Settles In
VANESSA SHIELDS 