voice | poetry
The moon rises
above an arched gate.
he reads poems
in front of stiff-tall bamboo
near the unfinished garden shed.
we sit in dining chairs
aligned with the patio bricks.
open-mouth-smiles perfume the air
with beer and burgundy.
squirrels rush the branches—
applaud too soon.
A vine past its bloom
crawls on a trellis,
the root appears dead
yet the live ends
are laden with leaf.
-by Shannon P. Laws
Like my writing? Want to hear me read my poetry? Please visit https://chickadeeproductions.bandcamp.com/releases and download some today. Only $1.00 a poem! Shannon Laws is a Pacific Northwest poet. Her story-telling poetry has touched many hearts and minds. She is the author of four poetry books, the most recent “Fallen” published by Independent Writer’s Studio Press. Shannon has received two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Community Champion Award for promoting local artists on community radio and encouraging peace and understanding through community poetry events. She makes her home in Bellingham, Washington, USA. View more posts
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