Oh Death where is thy sting? Oh, and are you free for lunch?No one wants to be friends with Death. Now its counterpart, Life, is very popular around town. Most people are familiar with Life and consider it their best friend. But Death is the odd one out. Death is not necessarily bad luck, misfortuneContinueContinue reading “Memento Mori”
Author Archives: Shannon Laws
Poetry: No Marrow
I watch youHoping around the twigs Hanging upside downFrom the tiniest sliver of woodLight and carefreeYet obviously well fedBeautiful colorsLovely song“Be more like the birdsThey don’t worry”, I thinkHow can I when my bonesAre not filled with airBut of heavy marrow?Heavy with duty and plansWeighed down with projectsSlighted by calendar datesAnd numbers that don’t addContinueContinue reading “Poetry: No Marrow”
Poetry: Look
Look!Straight on Into another’s faceYou see only what They want you to seeFamiliarity brings a Corrected angleLight deflectingMirror to mirrorBoucing ‘roundJust a shimmerOf characterForm discoveries Peter Pan’s shadowIt needs to be nailed downLook again! There you areJust another Every peek into the eyes Moves me closer to an explanation“When will I see more?”“After” you jestPatienceContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Look”
Home
This month the assignment for Artistic License was to write about HOME. It is a challenging subject for me since I am currently living with my brother, with no clear home of my own. These types of assignments lead me down a thought path of questions such as: what is home, where is home, andContinueContinue reading “Home”
Poetry: Droplet
All the rain is making me think about this poem from 2010: Sitting with a warm cup sipping down the chamomile looking up in awe at the droplets drop Abstract cutouts of dark trees create the stage so I can view you descending from a silvery cloud What of that one drop? Where were youContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Droplet”
Four Corners
Please enjoy the music while your party is being reached… I’m working on a blog, and my short story and my article, honest. I’m really not just sitting back and enjoying the company of men. This is serious research. It’s called living. Ever do it? I know you have. But, I’m not just taking timeContinueContinue reading “Four Corners”
Kidnapped
Spring always puts me in a sentimental mood. You know, it’s all a part of that inane idea to get rid of the old and bring in the new; spring clean the garage, backyard and the soul. Some projects take up so much time I feel like they’ve kidnapped me! During the tedious task ofContinueContinue reading “Kidnapped”
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”
Poetry: Tossed Salad
Mango with broccoliApplesauce with tomatoesMy fruits are mixing with my veggiesCrunchy lying next to fleshy meatRound and rectangular shapesBright colors and textures in concertPerpendicular forms, Parallel situationsJuxtapose elements comingleTwo people walking side by sideUnaware how their vectors will change With this innocent meetingThere’s an orange glow on the horizon New day starting with mixed reviewsNoContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Tossed Salad”
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