Monday. Oof. The Poem This Morning The poem is bitter about hormonesThe poem prefers to downward dogThe poem exhales a deep-belly sighThe poem has to peeThe poem cracks its spine in a gentle twistThe poem backs awayThe poem tip-toes to bedThe poem poems without me
POEM A DAY – January 11
My husband and I went out for dinner at the restaurant our daughter works at. We sat down, excited to see her in action. We waited for menus. They didn't come. "Oh, you have to scan the QR code to get the menu," our daughter said. Huh. This poem is a black-out or erasure poem.… Continue reading POEM A DAY – January 11
POEM A DAY – January 10
Yesterday, my daughter and I were talking, and she exclaimed: "Jeez Louise!" It made me laugh...and then curious. What is the genesis of this exclamation? And, that my friends, is proof of poetry alive in the every day...Looks like I'm calling the poems about words/language 'Language Arts'...We'll see how many I can write over the… Continue reading POEM A DAY – January 10
POEM A DAY – January 9
Even though I've been getting up by six each morning this week, this morning I had to get up at the same time so I could drive my Zia to an appointment at the hospital for seven. This commitment changed everything. I've written this poem in the form a haibun. Er, a sleepy, sloppy haibun.… Continue reading POEM A DAY – January 9
VANESSA SHIELDS 