Shannon Laws

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”

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”