Sway See the forest for its treesTouch bark, caress woundsListen to the choirof leaves opening When a tree fallsIt will – triumphantlyBe witnessTrust in the exchange of delicate decay& rebirthBe the forest, hold its breezeExpect to sway
Poem 166 – Missing I
Missing I It’s trueIts personTheir sightOver thereIs whereThey wearTheir flareThey’re fairIn theirSharing, stillSometimes it’sThe smallestThings theyMiss likeThe Mrs.Missing herRight eyeWhile sheWrites outThe storyOf whereIt went Live on Instagram w/ Dream Poet For Hire! On Monday, June 28th, at 8pm join myself and fellow poet-on-demand Marshall James Kavanaugh as we read poetry and talk poetry and… Continue reading Poem 166 – Missing I
Poem 165 – After days of sunshine – a storm
after days of sunshine - a storm morning is open & ominousthe sky shade of grey speaksin tongues of coming tempestmy bones brace for braverybut the rest of me is scared rain falls in long lineswrites its messages intothe thirsty earth –the maples love to read a seed in me wantsto strip nakedrun into the… Continue reading Poem 165 – After days of sunshine – a storm
VANESSA SHIELDS 