Shannon P LawsMayor’s Arts Award35th Annual RecipientBellingham, WashingtonIt is with great joy and thanks to our Mayor Kelli Linville and the Bellingham Arts Commission that I share with you my good news: I am a recipient of the Mayor’s Arts Award, 2013. Truly a once in a lifetime award! 2013 was an outstanding year in theContinueContinue reading “Mayor’s Arts Award”
Author Archives: Shannon Laws
Poem: Visitor
A poem comes by for a visitjumps, twists, turnsin the room of imaginationMy pen begs to carve it beat in the metersas placed prison barsspaced inches apartcapturing an essence Truth:You are not minePockets turned out with noproof of visit, no valet ticketto retrieve after-party transport,A bookmark fallen from the pagesof a story unwrittenI love youNever knew youIContinueContinue reading “Poem: Visitor”
Philomena / What Are You?
Just last week I went to see the movie “Philomena” at the Pickford Film Center. Here is what the Internet Movie Data Base writes for the movie’s summary: “When former journalist Martin Sixsmith is dismissed from the Labour Party in disgrace, he is at a loss as to what do. That changes when a youngContinueContinue reading “Philomena / What Are You?”
Tree Post
I got here lateThe only seat available was the one no one wantedAll chairs face the stage, have a view of the authorPerformance visible to most, if only throughwagging heads, at the least a peek of a namedecent money was used for admissionMY chair faced squareonto the flat side of a wide, wooden support beam.ThereContinueContinue reading “Tree Post”
Poem: Rondo
Did I love thee? I only did desireTo hold thy body unto mine,And smite it with strange fireOf kisses burning as a wine,And catch thy odorous hair, and twineIt through my fingers amorously.Did I love thee?Did I love thee? I only did desireTo drink the perfume of thy bloodIn vision, and thy senses tireSeeing themContinueContinue reading “Poem: Rondo”
Poem: Tongue in Ink
The best poems are not written in ink but by the tongue Spoken into the air never finding paper Touched by the mist of breath against your neck Said in the dark rooms where lovers meet Not at all recorded nor syllables numbered But art form just the same Once activated and released the wordsContinueContinue reading “Poem: Tongue in Ink”
Poem: No New Day
The days return familiar momentseyelashes point at paperno words can dance onflower faces openlook inside the windowfingers weave the story of usa braided rug used to cover the blemishOn my shoulder you perchsquawk as a chore, as a word to cross offYour kiss is a temporary tattooplaced onto my flesh with spit***
My Secret Crush
During the song “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” by Queen, I bumped into a writer friend, Maria McLeod. “Ready Freddy!” she shouted, “Freddy! That was the name of my secret crush!” This comment got my attention. I, too, had a secret crush in school. She shared her story, and I shared mine. We each had a long lasting crush on someone for years, never told anyone. …“I dare you to blog about your crush. To tell the world that you loved that guy all those years!” I shouted over the music. She agreed to the challenge.
Remembering Freddy: A Long-Lost Love Revealed
During the song “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” by Queen, I bumped into a writer friend, Maria McLeod. “Ready Freddy!” she shouted, “Freddy! That was the name of my secret crush!” This comment got my attention. I too had a secret crush in school. She shared her story, and I shared mine. We each had a long-lasting crush on someone for years, never told anyone. Please welcome, first-time guest blogger to Madrona Grove, Maria McLeod
Poem: Island Winter
Fall is over Frost is setting in Clear sky or cloudy Ice will be found in the morning Alone Quiet No birds No visitors The ocean is colder The beach is empty A gull stands watch On a beach wood wall Solitude Peace Breath seen Waves heard …it is winter South Beach, San Juan Island,ContinueContinue reading “Poem: Island Winter”
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