Poem: Grasp

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If the Fog Lifts, by Megan Aline

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mist disappears into clear air
Turns into the space between us

We once were something no one could hold
All could see, none would breathe

It was an occurrence that clings under limbs
We were a paring like Lady Slipper and Pine

Reach for yesterdays fog
Grasp at straws that floss between fingers

 

-by SPL

 

Published by Shannon Laws

Shannon Laws is an award-winning poet, performer, and advocate for the arts. She has been recognized with two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Dr. Asha Bhargava Memorial Award — Community Champion. Her work has been featured in numerous journals and anthologies, and she has captivated audiences at esteemed literary events, including the Jack McCarthy Evergreen Invitational Slam, SpeakEasy, Poetry Night, Kitchen Sessions, and the West Coast Tagore Festival. Beyond her writing and performances, Shannon actively fosters literary and artistic communities. Since 2022, she has curated Corridor, a monthly “found-art” zine project that showcases the work of more than 50 contributing poets and artists. She is also the founder and host of Poetry Club, an engaging discussion group established in 2015.

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