Golden friday morning s l i d einto the wet mouth of trumpet jazzclose my eyesblow a kiss to the smooth blue skynod to the sun shining her golden best feel my heart D R I Pto my hipfor today’sride
Category: On Writing
Poem 28 – What I Should Have Done…
What I Should Have Done When I Shook Hands With Sydney Pollack When I shook hands with Sydney Pollack, I didn’t know how much I loved him.He was dressed like a cowboy when everyone else was dressed in their filmfest best. His grip was firm but welcoming. He looked me in my eyes and his… Continue reading Poem 28 – What I Should Have Done…
Poem 27 – Brain
Brain What kinda brain thinks up Solla Sollew?The Grinch, the Lorax and Horton hearing a Who? Gather round friends, I’ve got the answer right hereIt’s a doctor, I tell you, Dr. Seuss, it’s true! Inside his brain there’s Mulberry StreetFoxes in Sock-es and rhymes to a beat There’s Yertles and Wockets and Sneetches and thneedsA… Continue reading Poem 27 – Brain
VANESSA SHIELDS 