How it happens Words wing.Soar in my mind on gusts of worry or joy,swoop like precision kestrels into the shadowy depths of my knowingyet even with my intuition firmly in flight, I slip into a sliver of eyeinside the tornado of love & I fall – The yang of departure like clear blue sky, comforting… Continue reading Poem 186 – How it happens
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Poem 183 – When the voices are
When the voices are The voices are daggers today–Does it matter–Where they came from–Who sent them–How they sharpened–No.They. Are. Here– And so, voices, I hear you–I see your jagged edges–I am to be punctured–Perhaps even–To be cut open– Let’s see where your points settle–Then I will write– Photo by Charis Cotter Day one of the… Continue reading Poem 183 – When the voices are
Poem 181 – 4:44
4:44 three fours in bright lightafter a finger tap to my phonealert & open to the incomingsignificance of this number a trifecta of angel messageconvergence after four stormspounded their palms on my pathI’m not afraid this time rather in awe – persevering through thethick muck of worry to dancein the torrential downpour oftrusting my foundations… Continue reading Poem 181 – 4:44
Poem 179 – Flat Tire & TONIGHT AT 8PM INSTAGRAM LIVE EVENT!
Flat tire the pop sound was hollowlike a giant pulling the inside of his cheekwith his two fingers – the car tirepuncturedthen thwhawp-thwhawp-thwhawp a flappinglike the throat of a mainsail caught in a bitter wind I pulled the car overrelieved a side street was availablefor sanctuary to inspect the damageit was easy to spot –… Continue reading Poem 179 – Flat Tire & TONIGHT AT 8PM INSTAGRAM LIVE EVENT!
VANESSA SHIELDS 