late night haiku sleep creeps up my calvespasses my belly plump fulltoday – golden feast
Poem 217 – No Poem Today Poem
No Poem Today Poem Can’t keep my pen held poemEyes holding looooong blinks poemBreath softly deep poemWords slipping poem Bamboo ZzelledBy this day Po em
Poem 216 – What Happens When I Buy A Journal For My New Poetry
What Happens When I Buy A Journal For My New Poetry They’re in me nowSmart Kempe Plath EchlinFour storms of weathering behind my kneecaps – shyBut curious, changing my gaitThey do thatExtraordinary womenDive inside meOlympians of wordsI’m a country they take overSoon we will all be biting goldRevelling in each other’s linguistic personal bests
VANESSA SHIELDS 