Hearing aid I haven’t heard thebluejay gossip or thesquirrel shout ordersin weeks Could be my earshave stopped hearingcertain sounds – thoughthe second handthe dog sighthe boiling waterslapping againstthe belly of the kettleare very loud Maybe it’s the stormof grey Nows tumblingover themselvesgathering the Bleakbefore they finally fall flattenplace their throbbingheads down rest Perhaps the robinwill… Continue reading Poem 11 – Hearing Aid
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Poem 8: On The Benefits of Hand-Writing A Letter
On The Benefits of Hand-Writing A Letter The smooth torso of an inked or leaded utensilPressed in a bouquet of eager fingertips Paper choice – the texture the smellThe rustle of communication Electric pulses of language from brainThrough heart through soul – physical Extensions of emotions in cursive flow The gathering of thoughts in pausesLooking out… Continue reading Poem 8: On The Benefits of Hand-Writing A Letter
Poem 6 – The Pause
The Pause she must rememberto stop forgettingwhat day it is in the grand schemethat is when the blood will flow there is a wreath offorget-me-lots circlingher womb – a halo ofpure blues seeping scentsdrug-like dulling the light that lives in thehearts of her last few eggs no, she is not as ripenor as nimble as heryounger golden garden just… Continue reading Poem 6 – The Pause
VANESSA SHIELDS 