HIMWhen she thinks of him she smilesWhen he stands in front of her She sees him as an old manStill standing thereThat look in his eyesIn front of her, smiling“Could he stay there, with me, that long?Could I know him ‘till he goes gray?”Sometimes I wish I could tell him “I love you”But it’s still tooContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Him”
Author Archives: Shannon Laws
The Coffee Ghost
Thinking of my dad today; this little story from 2010:The Dreamlake in the morning shone like polished glass. Looking around, the sun was peeking through the trees, shooting rays of light through the ground fog. Above, the clouds were changing colors like a slow moving kaleidoscope. Taking a deep breath of that full fresh mountain air,ContinueContinue reading “The Coffee Ghost”
Poetry: Tongue In Ink
The best poems are not written in ink but by the tongue.Spoken into the air never finding paperTouch by the mist of breath against your neckSaid in the dark rooms where lovers meetNot at all recorded nor syllables numberedBut art form just the sameOnce activated and released the words are all lostLeft to moments thatContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Tongue In Ink”
Bird Brain
There is a celebrated free concert available to anyone who lives near trees. Songbirds create a relaxing atmosphere, a symphony of background noise that only nature itself could conduct. The soothing effects are almost immediate; a lower heart beat, a happier disposition, and a smile on your face. In the winter my yard is quiet,ContinueContinue reading “Bird Brain”
Poetry: W Stafford
January 17th is William Stafford’s birthday. If you live in the Bellingham area please consider dropping by Village Books that Tuesday for some poetry reading of Williams. Williams was a true American poet. Some interesting facts about his life: his first major book of poetry was published when he was forty-eight years old and in 1970ContinueContinue reading “Poetry: W Stafford”
Poem by Patti Masterman
If birthdays didn’t make you olderIf alleys were blind,If you could driveme anywherenear insanity’s brink; Or if time could march, and the moon whisperit’s forgotten linesin blue octopus ink.If scarce winds could dance, where soft rains kiss, or the brave stars wink.If my neurons were, in that thinking circusof blown-fuse circuits, the weakest link.If manContinueContinue reading “Poem by Patti Masterman”
Poetry: Widow’s Ring
She loves him…She never shared his name with meAsking seems forbiddenShe still wears his ring…She loves himWhen I talk about my painful pastShe says “We are so different”Glancing at the ring of platinumThat loops infinitely ’round her fingerHis memory is kept behind her lipsThe light of his being Sparks slightly through her eyesWhen love isContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Widow’s Ring”
Powder x2
Winter 2011 update: My brother, cousin and nephews have already been up to the mountain TWICE, me = 0. My thoughts this morning are up on Baker. Such a great feeling when I finally “got it” and swooshed down the hill without falling!I must return! *Happy skiing to you all*New territory, new land, new trail withContinueContinue reading “Powder x2”
PAD: SOIL
Wow- the last day of Writers Digest Poem A Day challenge. It was a challenge for me to pump out 30 poems in a month. As an article and short story writer I was distracted by the length and quality of the poems I created. The inner critic never sleeps… Then I remembered that someContinueContinue reading “PAD: SOIL”
Please Excuse Me…
So, it’s the day after Thanksgiving and my gut is still feeling the hurt. The all day eating binge was uncalled for, unnecessary yet required for the full holiday experience. If you’re not in a food coma by 5 p.m. on Thanksgiving, you’ve done something wrong! The next morning I weighed myself. “SP- WHY did youContinueContinue reading “Please Excuse Me…”
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