Thrum I awake to thevelvety thrum ofheartbeats rushingin the deeps of my earsa foreshadowing rhythmfor a day alive with possibility Before my bones bear downin the moments my musclesmeet the morning’s whispering lightI am not afraid or worriednot less or better than I am velvet thrumbloodrushingto greetskin
Poem 64 – More on the Merits of Handwriting a Note
More on the Merits of Handwriting a Note the time it takes to hand write a love noteis far surpassed by the love it spreadsthrough its intended receiver It's Friday! Oh, how I love Fridays! The sun shines brightly daring us to shine our own brilliant light! Can you feel it?! I hope so. Did you receive your… Continue reading Poem 64 – More on the Merits of Handwriting a Note
Poem 63 – Ode To My Summer Dress
Ode To My Summer Dress white dressflowing gently around my calveslacey love hem &pretty eyelet cleavage cover you make me feel likeI’m a Whitman poemdrifting in & out of grass & selfearthing my naked toesin the lumpy lush landoh, white dressoffering my shouldersto the sun’s tender kissesyou call shivers of delightto scurry up my spine this day… Continue reading Poem 63 – Ode To My Summer Dress
VANESSA SHIELDS 