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
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Poem 249 – Haibun for the Eve Before the First Day of School
Haibun for the Eve Before the First Day of School It is the evening before the first day of schoolone of many firsts that will linger in our storybooksand simon & garfunkelserenade the bivouac of butterflies in my bellymigrating the stunning history of music through me – This bridge over troubled water is rickety and… Continue reading Poem 249 – Haibun for the Eve Before the First Day of School
Poem 214 – Seized, a haibun
Seized, a haibun The used IBM typewriter sat likea black jagged hill of possibilitieson the coffee table My fingertips tingled just being near itthe deep scent of dust & technologyhung around it like a halo I leaned down & gently pressedmy pointer finger onto the ‘I’ Nothing happened exceptimmoveable denial which issomething “It seized,” he… Continue reading Poem 214 – Seized, a haibun
Poem 159 – restructuring haibun
Restructuring haibun this body needs an internal restructuring of language its cacophony of voicesbounces off bonescascades down cellsacts like a bunch of bumptious bratsat a bedtime they deny how proudly pugnaciouseven their malicious ponderingsoh, if only I knew how to sift thempowder them blow them away in oneharrowing howl –worth the affliction of this kind of release… Continue reading Poem 159 – restructuring haibun
VANESSA SHIELDS 