Wander if you’re wondering what your purpose isthat means you know you have one certain things take years to beginbut that doesn’t mean they don’t exist before they start a story has a purposea story takes ten years to begin a butterfly is a soul migrating until the perfect wind breathes under the perfect wingthe… Continue reading Poem 265 – Wander
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Poem 261 – Didn’t All Day
Didn’t all day didn’t open the laptop all daychose the garage & the shedlifted bins & swept steps peeled & mashed potatoesdrowned everything in gravy saw the harvest moon so large & luscious in the skyit frightened me took my breath away & tucked it in a passing wind now I reach for it let… Continue reading Poem 261 – Didn’t All Day
Poem 252 – Contemplations on Morning Choices
Contemplations on Morning Choices What makes a morning bodyWant tea instead of coffee?Oatmeal instead of eggs?Sleep instead of exercise? These questions as I sip teaEat oatmeal while yesterday’sCoffee and eggs hold protestSigns in my thighs:COFFEE IS BEST!EGG-XELLENT CHOICE! Exercise is rare in the morningPoor choice is huddled out frontBehind the giant mapleAnd sleep Sleep is… Continue reading Poem 252 – Contemplations on Morning Choices
VANESSA SHIELDS 