Poem: Nightly Spirit

 

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Tickle my ear at three in the morning

Brush the bottom of my foot with mist

 

See the dreams I carry that do not rhyme

Remember the fallen that rest in the corner of the eye

A phase-shift out of reach, stuck in the web of mind

 

Take the tack off the desk

Move the keys under the couch

Roll the pencil out of reach

 

But never talk to me as one who is dead,

My breath’s bank of days still holds cash

 

-by Shannon Laws

 

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Shannon Laws

Like my writing? Want to hear me read my poetry? Of course, you do. Please visit https://chickadeeproductions.bandcamp.com/releases and download some today. Only $1.00 a poem! Shannon Laws is a Pacific Northwest poet, voice-over talent, and podcast producer. 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. She makes her home in Bellingham, Washington, USA.

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