believers the maple tree tops are church after massstarlings like kids squealing, their bodies frantic with movementsparrow mothers planning lunch menus, and lazy hours after dishesfeather & fur believers basking in the bliss of communal connectioneverything sings squirrels scamper & scootbluejays pull the soft wind on their pointy tailsrobins are robust in belly and bellowleaves… Continue reading Poem 164 – Believers
Poem 163 – Dear poem
Dear poem I made a choice to make us wait to roll off the shoulder of the morning stand tall & face with a smilethe heat-heavy centre of noonwave as she passes on the winkof a flirty wind then forward bendinto the belly of the five o’clock hour & gather our wits in the showersteam swirls fattening after thisfull… Continue reading Poem 163 – Dear poem
Poem 162 – A kind of freedom
A kind of freedom every day new learningsa fact on my shouldera meaning in my kneecapa flood of sensory skills attacking my nostrilsthis body is a facility for instruction intakethis skin a container for enlightenment I expandexplore the spectrum of my curious auraingest the zest of data’s pulsing wisdomdabble mingle marinatein the unknown so foreign… Continue reading Poem 162 – A kind of freedom
VANESSA SHIELDS 