The Field the field knows me keeps coming to my mind like the wind’s mouth slightly parted exhaling the delicacies of the past inhaling the electricity of time the field is permanent the mole under my left breast the inflammation in my finger joints let’s recall the land the land that held the field thick… Continue reading The Field #morningcoffeesessions
Tag: Poetry
Brother [electric]
Brother [electric] the smell of people lingers on the things they give away. walk in any second-hand store and your nose will tell you so. at the salvation army, the scent of loss is strong. [loss of life | loss of love | loss of home] it smells like tired dust, mourning mold, the sweat… Continue reading Brother [electric]
Haikus #morningcoffeesessions
This morning I had a hard time settling into a poem. I did a quick journal to gather my thoughts...and decided on writing a few haikus. I will read your veins As you absorb morning light Leaves are nature’s books Reach for the most light Falling from the blue jay’s beak Mourning dove witness Water… Continue reading Haikus #morningcoffeesessions
Spring chicken #morningcoffeesessions
This morning we welcomed in Spring. The season. The sounds. The animals. The changes...and I couldn't get the words 'spring chicken' out of my head. Despite making lists of sights and sounds around me that are definite indications that spring is here...my brain couldn't let go of 'spring chicken'. Spring Chicken I am no spring… Continue reading Spring chicken #morningcoffeesessions
VANESSA SHIELDS 