shoes on the lines
hang to mark
the bargaining table
point of action
office closed for now
due to weather
no hollow eyes to nod at
no dirty hands to wave back
the fields here
afternoon homes
for the addicts
empty
snow just left and melting
rows of unfinished snowmen,
wordlessly guard over
nothing
 |
| Photo by Ann Bilowz |
~SPLaws
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National Poetry Month | Write a Poem a Day
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Shannon Laws
Shannon P. Laws, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her select mid-life dating satire poems, "You Love Me, Your Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry.
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Observations of a random day or days give glimpses of insight.
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This was a winter poem, saved over. The men who normally populate the park were gone, due to low temps, snowmen left unfinished. Thanks for visiting!
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