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
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Poem 339 – I’ll Be Dreamscaping
I’ll be Dreamscaping taking a shovel (soft-edged)to the pipes in patient waitinggathering seeds of storiesflitting in my femur, picking uppoetry pods littered & stuckin my pancreas – oh, wonder!oh, curiosity! oh, muse naked& aroused I’ll be with you soon
VANESSA SHIELDS 