donation as I bathed in treeswatched my friendsmy family work hardlooked at the greyclouds bringing thesky ceiling to whereI could reach up& touch it I did that I touched it& I felt old stormstingling out of myfingertips donatingmy sorrows to thespace betweenthe treetops & thesoaring hawk
Tag: poem a day
POEM A DAY – August 20
she tells me to say out loud: I’m not enough, and I don’t want to say it, but I do and then… Energy for self-loveNegotiations isOngoing. This perplexity ofUndulating fearGeneration can stop now.How about that?
POEM A DAY – August 19
the secaidas are ramblin’ I’m scramblin’ to poemdirt under my nailsweeding never failsto break my backtomorrow whenI wake, my boneswill quake, for ballssake but when I lookupon the yard, I’llsee my hard labourand savour the scene WANNA HEAR THE HOWL INTERVIEW? HERE YOU GO! CLICK HERE! THANK AGAIN, VALENTINO!!!
VANESSA SHIELDS 