around the table we gathered felt our stories lifting lilting tilting into each other’s smiles inhaled the glory of common motivations inspirations that shape-shifted like the characters we attempted to contain embraced the soundtrack of fingertips on keyboards the orchestra of self-expression intersecting with trumpet-laughter jazz yellow daisies alive & listening petal pranced across the… Continue reading Poem 317 – Around the Table
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Poem 316 – This Child
This Child, for Miller This child’s face is a library of storiesshe leaves me pages of poseson my cell phone to find when I’m weary& in need of the light only she can shine This child’s laughter is a palaceshe leads me to secret rooms filled with treasuresto discover when I’m low in faith& in… Continue reading Poem 316 – This Child
Poem 315 – Souffle
Soufflé The wind whipped into 3pmclouds cheek-puffed & greybut I – I was writing beforethe light moved to meet the dayby noon the words flowedbetween mouths into laughterwe even read poetry out loudPope & Lowell – pausing in theeleventh hour to hand-over-heartsilence as three yellow spitfiressputtered overhead –remembering lives in all the colours By 1pm… Continue reading Poem 315 – Souffle
Poem 314 – Working Girl, the movie & me
Working girl, the movie & me joan cusack red-dyed & teasedlips lisped & shoulders padded to heightCoffee? Tea? Me? melanie griffith blonde bombshell & smartmouse-voiced & lion-hearted to heightI’ve got a head for business and a bod for sin a handsome businessmana nasty bossa broken leg& lies made me feelempoweredmotivated & even in this exhausted… Continue reading Poem 314 – Working Girl, the movie & me
VANESSA SHIELDS 