solstice in the clear water my blood lets in clumps like solstice suns in the swathed winter sky. it’s a dream & there is chaos & curious children & mothers who are exhausted but still make time to talk to their girlfriends about family & work. I wake before the shortest lit day begins &… Continue reading Poem 355 – Solstice
Poem 354 – Things
Things I didn’t do All The Things:answer the emailsrespond to the textsmake the phone callsfold the clothesexercisebreathe I just didn’t do All The Thingsbut I did do Some Things& there were tears & laughterthere was fear & long embracesunder the fog-hipped waning Moon Now, I sit with Guiltwe're writing this poemtogether because sheis part of… Continue reading Poem 354 – Things
Poem 352 & 353 – Hands On & I Asked Emily Dickinson Her Thoughts on Isolation…
Poem 352 Hands On when Everything feels meaningless(& by that I mean Everything hurts too much to feel any of it)go outside & put your hands on a tree trunkthen look up at its naked branchesgarnishing the grey sky like a post-script you will experience the calming energy of Significanceyour place in the momentunconditionally loved… Continue reading Poem 352 & 353 – Hands On & I Asked Emily Dickinson Her Thoughts on Isolation…
Poem 351 – What my shoulders said & why I listened
What my shoulders said & why I listened I’m done carrying all this weight, they saidIt’s too heavy, they continuedThe world, its death, its fear, its weather –We’re letting go of it all, they said. Neck, they said,You work so hard to hold up the headBut the head needs a rest, they saidLet us help… Continue reading Poem 351 – What my shoulders said & why I listened
VANESSA SHIELDS 