The Ordinary It is truethese ordinary thingsthe desk lampthe folding tablethe mismatched cutleryheave home into my every day I may not take them with mebut their constant being gives me comfort These ordinary things…the brown roofthe molting porchthe tired front doorembrace me like shared skinit is true The extra in ordinary is the way itholds… Continue reading Poem 291 – The Ordinary & Last Day to Register for ‘Harvesting Time’ Virtual Workshop
Category: On Writing
Poem 289 & 290 – The Curve & Three Words
The Curve sometimes a safe spaceis in the curve of a silent smile it is not a room or a tower it is in the tangible serenity of shared communityunmeasurable – uncomplicatedbasking beyond language it is good hereto be held this way Three words - For Jim Did you know that pumpernickel translates in German… Continue reading Poem 289 & 290 – The Curve & Three Words
Poem 288 – Nothing
Nothing This is a poem about nothingBecause nothing is all I can giveThis is a poem about givingBecause nothing is somethingThis is a poem about somethingBecause something is a giftThis is a poem about giftingBecause poetry is a gift
VANESSA SHIELDS 