Shannon Laws

The Gift

About eight years ago someone gifted me a bottle of eau de parfum Chanel No. 5. I purchased a small bottle of it in my early twenties and quickly burned through it; it was my favorite fragrance. How wonderful to find this old friend again or perhaps it found me? With kids, a job, andContinueContinue reading “The Gift”

Neighborhood Watch

This morning I decided to fore go the trip to the gym’s treadmill and “tread” around my own neighborhood. Last fall I measured a one mile loop through town, and walked it four times a week before I joined the gym. Feeling nostalgic, without giving it anymore thought, I dressed for the walk. Slipping into my outdoor walkingContinueContinue reading “Neighborhood Watch”

Vicarious Vacation

A year ago I was on my island enjoying the salty air. Here’s a blog of mine from summer 2010. Wishing you all a good vacation season! ~ShannonThe phrase “summer job” leads most people to picture a student making pizzas or serving burgers during the long three months off from school. If you live onContinueContinue reading “Vicarious Vacation”

Poetry: Alarm

For about 12 years I spent two hours or more a day commuting to work, just sitting in traffic 10 hours a week, 40 hours a month! This poem is a window into that “zombiefied” lifestyle, something I’ve been freed from for over three years. How wonderful to have that time returned to me:Watching the clockwaiting for timeContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Alarm”

Poetry: Brick

IAwake!”Bay Street Brickis what I am.Over 100 years oldpainted thirty-two times.”Worn down, graffitiedRain and windhave tried their best to dissolve me,none more effective than time”This archaic building needs me no more!It could still stand strongwith the absence of ONE.The Builders that placedme here did wrong”II”Bay Street Brick,a vacation I need!Perhaps to be a part ofContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Brick”

Poetry: Reinhart’s Cup

A green cupA handle for holding Ridges? Simple decoration.Held eight ounces easilyThis was your Grandpa’s cup.He loved that cup.The coffee doesn’t taste right to meDefected glaze, mother said,Don’t try to drink from it.I used it to hold my pens.She removed the pens and scissorsThat had been stabbed into placeShe turns it upside downA paper clipContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Reinhart’s Cup”

Memento Mori

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”

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”