I’ll be Dreamscaping taking a shovel (soft-edged)to the pipes in patient waitinggathering seeds of storiesflitting in my femur, picking uppoetry pods littered & stuckin my pancreas – oh, wonder!oh, curiosity! oh, muse naked& aroused I’ll be with you soon
Tag: Poetry
Poem 336 – Work
Work it’s nearly ten & she’s still workingwhat does that even mean?categorizing expressions of livingchanges them in her bodywith each new meaninginterspersing like shrapnelthen eating news that warsdamage in her guts relativity is pain’s dialectwhen resilience slips inshe exhales to an 8 countbut the inhalation alwaysarrives – a thick black hairon the chin of her… Continue reading Poem 336 – Work
Poem 317 – Around the Table
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
Poem 285 – small flames
small flames small candle flames tonightthick-wicked & steadybut the fire height - short wait…they’re flickering nowdo they know I’m writing about them?are they showing off?moving to the beat of these words?dancing to the purple heat of a flaming dance floor?
VANESSA SHIELDS 