Startling Truths you can thinkwhat do I do with all this truth?as your hands instinctively openpalms up – like it’s holdable the truth can be startlingan undoing, evenwhen you discover itsstaggering volume you can fall to your kneestear out grass orpinch your thigh &cry-whisper: is this truly so? the truth answers in morning dew’s cheekon sparrow’s… Continue reading Poem 140 – Startling Truths
Poem 139 – occupation
occupation it is migratorythe curiositytucking under a lymph nodecamping in a shoulder bladeclimbing a femurbut when it unpacksright down to its delicateswrites a rent chequebuys groceriesit removes its skin & shows itstrue self: sadness with bulging eyes for weepinghands oversized like porcelain pasta bowlsfilled with unanswered questionshow did this happen?how long will it last? do you… Continue reading Poem 139 – occupation
Poem 138 – Dog Days & The Joy of Editing
Dog daysdies caniculares the dog days are comingcan you feel the howl of starpower shifting in the galaxy? ready your skin!gather your shade!hide your secrets in tender petalssoon to wilt in adoration ofthe Great Dog whether we follow the stars or notthey follow us – gain & catch uptake nibbles of our heelsremind us where… Continue reading Poem 138 – Dog Days & The Joy of Editing
Poem 137 – What the coffee mug says
What the coffee mug says I fall asleep on the sofamy dress snake-twisting around my legsthese muscles much too muted to start a new day I give in to the cushionspull up the blanketthe sun opens her eyesas I close mine for a bit longerthe coffee cools in the rainbow mugwith the words be amazing… Continue reading Poem 137 – What the coffee mug says
VANESSA SHIELDS 