A Flock of Finches in Western BayFor C the finches have arrivedflitting and floating down, down, downto the box of seeds outside the writer’s window heads flicking, beaks foragingin dark nourishmentfreely gifted, warmed under pale sun winter is shiftingher thickened thighs openingtoward spring’s warmth and the cat watchesconsiders, pouncesstartling the finches to flight of course,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 16
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POEM A DAY – January 12
Monday. Oof. The Poem This Morning The poem is bitter about hormonesThe poem prefers to downward dogThe poem exhales a deep-belly sighThe poem has to peeThe poem cracks its spine in a gentle twistThe poem backs awayThe poem tip-toes to bedThe poem poems without me
Poem 14 – We the Mourners
Found a type in day 11's poem! Hee. Fixed it. And...I forgot to paste the entire poem in yesterday's post?! Sheesh. Here's stanza 14! We the Mourners We the mournersroam the landa planet-sized graveyardwitnessing the body as tombstoneinclined toward the sharp knife ofLove’s lapidarian urgesetching Time woundsinto our skin –urging the most tears We the… Continue reading Poem 14 – We the Mourners
Poem 12 – We the Mourners
Saturday, hey, hey! We the Mourners We the mournersroam the landa planet-sized graveyardwitnessing the body as tombstoneinclined toward the sharp knife ofLove’s lapidarian urgesetching Time woundsinto our skin –urging the most tears We the mournersswallow the sour spacesbetween right & wrongholding the knowledgeof their folly – fools aliveenough to write songspoems plays paintingsin the lush… Continue reading Poem 12 – We the Mourners
VANESSA SHIELDS 