tears there are always enough tearsgathering in the brookssplaying from my soulmeandering searching rushing expressing the languages of lovethat hold everything unconditionallyeven when my heart is a concrete damthe tears make way erode erupt offer me somethingto feel to taste to discoverthere are always enough tearsthis is my love language today
Poem 88 – The Almost Guest
The Almost Guest I dream I’m the guest on The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon. A tall twenty-something with a headset & desperate eyes rushes me to a messy backstage then commotion & denial. Sorry, you’ve been bumped, from a different twenty-something – this one holding a clipboard & a cell phone. She doesn’t let… Continue reading Poem 88 – The Almost Guest
Poem 87 – Storm Chips
Storm chips for Charis in Western Bay, Newfoundland when a storm is coming the furor of nature likes to whip & lashthe dramatic landscapes – the armies of treesthe sassy coastlines the ancient rocks the ghostlybarrens – Western Bay looks like land clawedby a tantruming beast or a nibble out of thelush coast by a… Continue reading Poem 87 – Storm Chips
Poem 86 – Leave the Mess
Leave the Mess leaving the mess insideto plant Forget-Me-Nots & Nasturtiumin pots to hang hooks & flagpolesone big blue star a sign that reads: This Is Our Happy Place later I’ll smell the sun in my skinits dusty comfortthe dirt under my nailswill sing the song of earth settling in the mess inside will waitgathering… Continue reading Poem 86 – Leave the Mess
VANESSA SHIELDS 