Poem: Misfits

MARILYN MONROE AND CLARK GABLE ON THE SET OF THE FILM MISFITS BY CORNELL CAPA.
MARILYN MONROE AND CLARK GABLE ON THE SET OF THE FILM MISFITS BY CORNELL CAPA.

 

Misfits

evening sun sets
on my chest
light moves
over slow breaths

empty pubs play
lonely string songs
in three keys

do you know my hymn
can I sing your tune
separated by
table and fret, an
empty bent glass

I play a wink
you play the moon
in the middle
we never meet

Our ships are set to sink.

a late lonely moan
played by a single guitar
a pen scratches paper
along a hardened heart

drag at the end of a sentence
my fingers test your cowlick

 

 

Poem: the many layers of my lover

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the many layers of my lover

by Shannon Laws

coat
vest
shirt
undershirt
slacks
skin
heart and soul
bones hold the universe
rich dark pother pour out the eyes

shine on my planets
bring warmth to those hidden seeds
grow a budding forest
my river returns your pull
drink from the ocean
the home of all water

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Poem: Tangled

vine grow

Tangled

Inside the foliage a new stalk grows
and twists around the fold of each arm
You touch me with your spring,
embrace me with your summer

We rub together, winding in the wood
When you leave it is
winter’s sun setting too early

Bring back your spring to me.

Let us lie again in soft moss
beneath the shade of summer
     Our limbs a turning vine
     my breasts as berries
     your lips are wine
Thistle milk rolls down our legs
Sap sticks to our fingers like candy

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Poem: low hanging

lowhanging apple

 

the fruit of Happy Valley decorates the trees along the walk to the bay

apples blush and drop to the ground, the cherry is orange red

hard-sided pears, as many as the tree has leaves, present themselves in portrait

hidden under the branches, purple frost rubs off a plum’s sweet-shiny skin

 

a block over is an old lover, a crescent gap the size of my mouth is missing from his middle

bite taken, the remaining flesh kept cold is left to ripen

we ate our dessert too soon, a short harvest that blinked by

 

apples litter the ground

I am tired of apples

Poem: Triple Hit

three ladies
Photo credit, Three Lovely Ladies, H. Craig, http://www.hcraigart.com

 

 

Triple Hit

            by Shannon Laws

 

There was a man named Ned

who liked his ladies three

thrice was the number he bed

triple the pleasure to bounce on his knee

 

Only one at a time did he enjoy

the curves of each lovely lady

His best trickery he did employ

none suspected Ned as shady

 

One lady as thin as a finger

another voluptuous as melons

the third a passion fruit that lingers

He dined on each like a felon

 

One day all three arrived at the same spot!

Thrice were face slaps spent on Ned!

Triple was the number he was shot!

On the stone that lays at his head—

 

Here lies Ned lover of three

Brought down by a 22 caliber

While in midst of a loving spree

Forgot to update his calendar

 

 

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Note from Shannon:  I don’t often use a ABAB format, but this was a fun poem I wrote for a friend.  I hope you also enjoy it.  If so let me know.  Thanks for visiting 🙂

 

 

 

Poem: Tuesday

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Happy is the heart
That thinks on love
Measuring the value of emotion
Feeling the presence of its girth

Your worth to me is more than flesh.
Consideration, admiration of
the thrusting in this world
Carefully selected conversations
meant to keep me a gentle-lady

If you come through the door
And bring an offering
It will be welcome
Friendship preserved

Consider love
Warm love

Its time to sleep
I’ll dream of you tonight

Poetry: Universal Love

The 2012 “Phrasings in Word + Dance” is on!  Bellingham Repertory Dance presented its sixth annual collaboration with Chuckanut Sandstone Writers Theater this weekend.  What a great three days of art and insight. Carla and the BRD company have outdone themselves, again.  

This year I was selected, along with 5 other poets, to write a poem inspired by the dance film “Welcoming Clyde”, produced by Pam Kuntz, featuring BRD dancer Kate Stevenson.  It follows Kate dancing through her first pregnancy with grace and beauty, narrated by her husband.  The grand finale: Kate dances with her baby boy Clyde in her arms!  It’s a moving piece with beautiful photography.  The poems were matted & displayed on the fireplace mantle at the Firehouse.
Here is my submission:

Universal Love

Fathering life
Magnets towards center

 

Cosmic stirring pot
Circular orbits until
Gravity compels form

 

Mothering ingredients
Building hope
Holding, protecting
while this new galaxy
swirls into creation

 

Son our sun
Your parts divide, growing
Reverse mitosis~
you bring us closer

 

Family of stars
Directionally dependant
Tossed around like
A dryer set on delicate

 

Nine months you grow
Three worlds combining
Brought together by love’s gravity

Tonight, a new light shines in the sky!