Bred bounty when the bounty comes from the earthyou plant it in, you can taste the difference the slick of salt slipped off your browelevates the lettuce leaf the oil on your palm rubbed on the unripe tomato hippushes it to blush red the green pepper cucumberstrawberry & onion can feel your tender gaze &… Continue reading Poem 234 – Bred Bounty
Poem 233 – *Very Long Title
What a poem becomes when you wait all day to write it & your skills at the written word have already fallen asleep ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Poem 232 – Moving
Moving “It is dawn and your poemshave moved me to poems.”pg 261, from ‘Variations’, The Collected Poems of Patrick Lane the worry in my guts detanglesas I ask you to trust me to trust yourselfto embrace the painfulprocess of conversationsabout change we’re in this togetherlike night & day like reading poems& writing poems like the… Continue reading Poem 232 – Moving
VANESSA SHIELDS 