Ode to Frayed Lotto Ticket

Ode to Frayed Lotto Ticket

by Shannon Laws

Oh lotto ticket on my fridge
do you know the ways you inspire me
the dreams
the projects
the possibilities
opened in my mind if only once, just once
the two of us found agreement

I buy you knowing I’ll never win you
I buy you knowing your love will never be returned

Yet, I place you on my refrigerator door
and embrace the idea that to love and be loved
is all anyone ever wants

 

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Peace Poem II: Epiphany Me

This is the other poem I read at the 3rd annual World Peace Poets Read-In.  At this event I like to be the last poet to read.  These Read-In’s go for about three to six hours, so, a bit of humor at the end is helpful.  My prose poem “Epiphany Me” uses crude language but it is a down-to-earth account of me trying to figure life out AND find some peace (and quiet).  It was also a blast to perform.  Enjoy- SPL

 

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Benedict Cumberbatch as BBC One’s “Sherlock” having an epiphany.

 

Epiphany Me

One time I pee’d at the same time my upstairs neighbor turned on his shower.

Another time, I sneezed at the same moment a car backfired.

Yesterday, while walking I farted loudly, normally noticeable, except it was the same moment an engineer blew the train’s whistle.

One time, while walking along the sidewalk,  I had an epiphany at the exact instant a low-speed rear-end collision occurred.  It was just violent enough that I forgot what I had just realized.

With intense drive and meditation I tried to recall that epiphany to further my journey on the globe.

 

When it came around—

When I was so close to realizing its identity, again, a child fell and cried causing such a commotion that I forgot—AGAIN!

 

I pee’d.

I sneezed,

I farted, anything to reenact the path to minor enlightenment a third time.

And then it happened.  At the same exact instant a breeze from the south kicked at my neighbors wind chime.

A crow called

then

silence.