I see faces remind myself: this is what love made, what love makessafe repetition, rigorous reminding, that first sip of french-pressed coffeeand now, the spring song of birds and that open-mouthed morning mawof mother nature sighing - we did it again, we survived another winterthen the blue jay screams of protest: many did not survive,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 10
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#NPM22 – Intimacy – The Intimacy of Birdsong Before the Sunrise
The Intimacy of Birdsong Before the Sunrise The way the sounds take shapesliding through your windowlike exclamation marks thatland on your cheeks – kissesfrom another dimension youfeel in your bones but can’texplain in words because birdsongis the language of eternity of hope The tender trills and deep-throatedwarbles lift the sun like a conductor’sbaton tapping the… Continue reading #NPM22 – Intimacy – The Intimacy of Birdsong Before the Sunrise
Poem 182 – Rise
Rise Up with the early bird,I watch her tug a plump-shinyworm from the wet summer earth. At first, standing still,the red-chested ave feels theunderground vibrations ofthe worm. She can hear itslithering in the dark mouthof its moist dirt mansionI call backyard. I watch her pull & bite & holduntil the annelid is in piecesin her… Continue reading Poem 182 – Rise
VANESSA SHIELDS 