Thrum I awake to thevelvety thrum ofheartbeats rushingin the deeps of my earsa foreshadowing rhythmfor a day alive with possibility Before my bones bear downin the moments my musclesmeet the morning’s whispering lightI am not afraid or worriednot less or better than I am velvet thrumbloodrushingto greetskin
Tag: Poetry
Poem 61 – Two Kids Playing
Two Kids Playing I saw the moonwaxing gibbouson the blue sky cheekacross the way fromthe giddy sundelirious with day These two kidsplaying in theallure of azureassuring me thatmiracles happenbecause behold! The moon and the sunon the same tendermorning frolickingmaskless in thepossibilities of now
Poem 60 – Residue
Residue Oscar barkedand barked and barkedso that at 2:22amI was up cursing as Ilet him outside The night was sliced I curled up bed waitingfor him to summon me againhe did I let him in thenknelt before himhis mid-night servantcleaning his pawsdirty with the sandystardust in the yard Back in bed slightly deliriousgrit between my… Continue reading Poem 60 – Residue
VANESSA SHIELDS 