Nothing This is a poem about nothingBecause nothing is all I can giveThis is a poem about givingBecause nothing is somethingThis is a poem about somethingBecause something is a giftThis is a poem about giftingBecause poetry is a gift
Poem 287 – I want to tell you
I want to tell you I want to tell you, it’s gonna be okay. I know you need to hear these words. I know you don’t believe them, most of the time. I know you let them fall to your feet into a puddle of muddy weather leftovers you avoid. Did you know you used… Continue reading Poem 287 – I want to tell you
Poem 286 Grand Central Stomach – & This Week’s Many Literary Events!
Grand Central Stomach my stomach is grand central stationtrains of worry or elation or exhaustion or fear or joyzipping in & out – steam screaming up into my lung ceilingfuel dripping deep into my gutty rail lines loco - motion of today’s to-dos & the conductor is on breakstepped onto cloud nine on the last… Continue reading Poem 286 Grand Central Stomach – & This Week’s Many Literary Events!
Poem 285 – small flames
small flames small candle flames tonightthick-wicked & steadybut the fire height - short wait…they’re flickering nowdo they know I’m writing about them?are they showing off?moving to the beat of these words?dancing to the purple heat of a flaming dance floor?
VANESSA SHIELDS 