4 AM dreams I hang upside downan unseen monsterclaw-gripping my anklesI silent scream until I can’t breathemy voice dies first I witness a man hurtle his childpummel his wifeevery phone I use to call the police does not workI don’t know how to help It’s 4:54am when I look at the clockon my cell the white-light… Continue reading Poem 99 – 4AM Dream & Resilience Poems
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Poem 97 – We are
We are Changes comes in swift punches & the kids, well, the kids are still learning how to swivel & duck & exhale. I heard ‘We are the world’ on the radio this morning & I remembered watching the crowd of singers wailing it live in an effort to raise money for starving kids in… Continue reading Poem 97 – We are
Poem 95 – Moving tombs
Moving tombs Cairo’s streets shift into light-laden pathways for pharaohtombs on the move A slow-paced spectacle of twenty-two royal mummiesserenaded by symphony & songparaded along the Nile cornicheto a new resting place Ramses II & Hatshepsut arms folded in timeover chests unmovingunder camera’s eyes in vehicles made to mimicdeath boats – surely thereis a stirring… And the Curse flitslike… Continue reading Poem 95 – Moving tombs
VANESSA SHIELDS 