It When It arrivesIt’s too late for me to stop ItIt penetrates my organs(It adores my skin wreaks havoc on my heart continuously hunts for my soul)Its power crushes mine Describing It is complicatedExcept to say: infiltration of nothingness (I lose my pack become a woman who runs, weeping and weak, away from the wolves)… Continue reading Poem 313 – It
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Poem 312 – Monday Evening Quiet
Monday Evening Quiet eyelash flutters on the lower back of this dayguide me into another night of sighs laden with letting the page is quietwords at rest say
Poem 311 – This day, the raking
This day, the raking raking leaves under the giant maple that dropped themunder a plate of blue sky so blue my blues leftleaving blues leaves falling giant maple roots under medropped thoughts clearing the ruckus of mind mindingthe tender afternoon warmth scarf unwrapped droppedon the peeling porch tender clearings showing age – this autumn day… Continue reading Poem 311 – This day, the raking
Poem 310 – Morning Yoga
Morning Yoga in the darkpurple mat under naked solesthe dog slopping kisses onmy palms chin nose hips breathing out soupy moansunloading night’s shades of story long stretches waking up my boneselectric flow of energy flicking on my lights
VANESSA SHIELDS 