sunday witness the dogs lay on the hardwood, a blue braided rope toy between them, teeth-pressed, but sharing in a way so gentle, so love-pure that I feel an actual stab of pain in my heart and inside the moment, I feel the span of timelessness that binds us when we let ourselves be wounded… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 5 & AWARD NEWS!
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Poem 167 – Sway
Sway See the forest for its treesTouch bark, caress woundsListen to the choirof leaves opening When a tree fallsIt will – triumphantlyBe witnessTrust in the exchange of delicate decay& rebirthBe the forest, hold its breezeExpect to sway
VANESSA SHIELDS 